For the last couple of days things here at the house have been uncomfortable. Rick and Carolyn are constantly fighting, nodding out. Last night, somehow, somebody took my bag of dope. I don't know how, because I was with it the whole time. But I weighed it, put it in my bag, and the bag didn't leave my side. I opened my felony bag to smoke some and I noticed that my bag of dope barely had anything in it. So I pulled out the scale and weighed what was in it and it didn't even register on the scale. When I weighed it before it was around 0.32g.
My first suspicion was Jamie, just based on how she was acting. Then Stan. But after hanging out with them 2, I don't think either of them took it. Rick was asleep so it rules him out. Carolyn was up and moving around, but if she did take it, she was slick as hell, because she had to put the bag back in my backpack and my felony bag. So that one I guess is just a fucking mystery for the ages - I was in a house with 4 people I'm supposed to trust and this shit happens.
Rick and Carolyn are a whole different nuisance. When I first moved in here, I had customers calling, I was working for Janice, and everything was great. Now Rick, who's not even supposed to be here, talked shit to my boss so she hasn't called me for any jobs, and any customers I had, he short stopped them and told them my shit is cut and bullshit, when their shit is cut to hell - I don't even own any mannitol!
Stan talks a big game about kicking them out, but it's been weeks now and nothing has been done. I'm on the verge of leaving myself - I refuse to stay somewhere where I feel uncomfortable.