Some friends give you wings, other give you anchors. That "drunk ass friend" is an anchor. She will be holding you back from opportunity like this till you cut her out of your life.
I'm guessing you're wishing that text was "I would jus like you to know that guy I blew last weekend instead of coming to find ur drunk ass just got drafted into the major leagues."
95 percent of those drafted never make it to the majors. There's like 2,000 guys drafted every draft, and only the first few rounders get decent signing bonuses.
A loser in the making! Your dad gave up on you. Now I will. Save money giving up that drug habit. But then, it will catch up at you in a few years. The cool die young or work at Denny's.
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