i can't believe you still have (this sucks) family members

so as a result of unfed information about an automobile i was hoping to take a vacation in, i went to jail/court/ordeal over some "paraphernalia" i was caught up with in my coin pocket. i am now enrolled in a court appointed class to help differ me from harmful drug use. as bullshit as the scenario is, i get to hear amazing, shit, stories once week for a couple hours. here is the awesome story of this week's session, which qualifies as the second realm of shit: "i can't believe you still have family members: wow!"

so a 4th degree meth user (she's not a real meth head because she drinks dissolved meth in a sprite bottle rather than smoking/snorting/whatever meth heads do) (cough... ugh, gross... regardless) is in our group and goes over her week. she reveals that her, crackhead, cousin died over the weekend in a stabbing incident in Richmond.

The story arrived in the Sunday Chronicle (not the epic FUCK BAY TO BREAKERS smoke out i had in my room, just the overlooked newsprint) and was ignored by everyone that is anticipating the season finale of "Lost". It makes sense as the majority of followers of said show only have one week left to live.

To close, my esteemed drug class friend, whom i do not respect, entertained me with one story she will always remember her cousin by:

"so i'm sitting on the couch with my auntie, just eating chips and watching cable, and in he comes, loud as hell through the front door. i mean, we was kickin' it and he storms in the room, uninvited. so i'm just eating my chips and he pulls out the cable from the TV, unplugs it from the wall, and walks out the door with my auntie's TV and sells it for crack."

He was stabbed, multiple times, by his best friend over $5.00.

Good Luck, Shitheads.