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So, I met this girl a few weeks ago in beautiful, spectacular and the always stunning Westcare Detox downtown. It's free and I was in need of their services so off went.

Angie and I formed a bond pretty quickly. It's an easy thing to do considering there are no electronics allowed in the building, we can't bring in any food, there are no activities, no board games, no phones, no music, and of course no drugs. Plus, I was sick and the only part of my body that was actually working was my mouth.

Fast forward a few weeks later and we are still hanging out. I introduced Angie to her fist N.A. Meeting, I taught her a little bit about the program and recovery, I introduced her to all the cool girls, all the hot guys and more importantly, I helped her to stay away from the backstabbers and the bitches. I even introduced her mom to my dad and he got a part time job out of the deal (her mom owns a hotel downtown).

After all this huge introductions, I can't remember what the hell this blog post was supposed to be about.

So, anyway, we are buds, pals, amigos etc. She has a little boy and a little girl, she's married and she just moved back in with her husband. They actually got an apartment this week. They also don't drive. She doesn't have a driver's license and he has a license, but just barely. I think he wrecked a few cars, had some legal issues and his mom now lends him a little one man scooter. It's okay if he needs to run out of the house for coffee or something, but lord help them if they need to somewhere as a family or whatever. My main goal was to be as UN-involved in the moving process as possible. ha ha I just moved myself and I'm still trying to get my place together. Moving is the last thing I wanted to do this week. My plan didn't exactly work the way I had hoped. I was supposed to be just giving her and the kids a quick ride over from her mom's house to her new apartment and she had everything ready when I got there (which was good), but when we got to the apartment, they had like no food. I couldn't just drop them off and high tail it out of there when I knew the rugrats had no food, the cable wasn't turned on and they didn't even have their bikes over there yet. So, whatever, my little one hour errand turned into half a day.

The worst part is that I was staying at my parent's house in North Las Vegas, she lives way out in East Las Vegas (Henderson), and when I got there her mom was sitting on her butt watching TV. I actually said "why is is that I drove all the way out here from North Las Vegas when your mom is sitting right here? She couldn't give you a ride?" She's like "Well, she didn't know whe was getting off work this early." I just can't imagine asking someone to drive all the way across town to give me a ride when the closest family member in the world, the woman who gave me life is sitting there watching. Whatever.

Now, today, she callss and asks me if I want to go to a meeting. "Go to a meeting" actually means that I have to drive over there and pick her up of course. Since I came back to my house and I live pretty close to her now I figured it was fine, but then she throws in the part about picking up stuff for her kids Easter baskets. Now, I would have said no maybe, because I wasn't really in the mood for a big shopping excursion, but she offered to give me gas money. So, I said yes.

ALSO - two days ago when I helped her move and took her to the grocery store, she offered me gas money and then she never gave it to me. Today, SAME THING - we did all the running around, bought the Easter stuff and no gas money.

Now I'm starting to get annoyed and I'm feeling like she's taking advantage of me. Don't say that you are going to give me gas money if you aren't going to. And, I'm not your personal taxi service, nor am I a chauffer, nor do I owe you anything. When she was living with her mom, her mom used to always throw me gas money, but now that she's living with the hubby and he's controlling the money, I haven't seen shyt.

Oh wait, and here's the kicker. When we were walking through Target, she's looking at the shoes for the kids, and she tells me to open my purse and see if these boy's sneakers will fit in my bag. I'm like "What the fuck? Hell no I'm not stealing for you". I told her I was leaving the store and waiting outside. I should have left her ass there and told her husband to get her. Part of me was just HOPING she'd get caught. Part of me was thinking I should go tell the store on her. I ended up just calling my girl Sari and talking her ear off a little bit.

See, and she's always telling me how much she loves me and how grateful she is to have a friend like me and I can't figure out if she's manipulating me and using me or if she's just really in need of some manners. Ya know?

So, what do you guys think? Kinda crazy right? Am I being used?