Last night, my neighbor thought he had to go through my trashcan. Of course, he found a bunch of syringes, needles, and other stuff that belonged to a visitor from last week. Then he called my dad to snitch on me. Those two clowns then tried to break down my door, but luckily for them, they failed because I was just coming down from a bit too much dope and just waited for them... Now my family thinks I'm taking Heroin, and I really hope my dad keeps his mouth shut—if only because it's none of his business what's in my trash—and doesn't force me to take a drug test that would come back negative for heroin but would still reveal some surprises lmfao