My Boyfriend, The Genius

I must start out by saying he got a job today which I am very happy about as we are having serious money problems. He is in a lot of pain. He has shrapnel in his head and a grenade went off by his leg plus he has back issues. Anyways, he decided to take a handful of gabapentin today. I was unaware of this. He came home from his interview with food, very nice. I noticed something was off I just couldn’t quite put my finger on it. He went into the kitchen and I followed him. He was stumbling around. I asked him what he was on and he told me. He also planned on going to see a friend. I DON’T THINK SO! I told him I would stand in front of his truck. He went out to his truck to get his phone.

Several minutes went by, about 10. I hear a knock on the door and I assumed it was him. It was his new boss. He had left his keys in my boyfriends truck. I look outside and there is his truck on the grass right outside my door. ( I live in an apartment and there is a parking lot where you park cars, you know ). I also notice his truck was running but he was nowhere to be found. I didn’t know what to tell this guy. Luckily the driver’s side door was unlocked and we were able to get this guy’s keys. I crawled into the truck and turned it off, went inside and locked the door.

Awhile later he came back and he had been pilfering through an abandoned apartment which maintenance men were cleaning out. He found clothes and shoes for him and a big mirror for me. He was so cute and excited I couldn’t even be mad. Damn him! I was all geared up for a good ass chewing session. Oh well. I’m sure the opportunity will present itself on another occasion. ‘Til then, I will enjoy my new mirror. 😉


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