NN.C regular Ashley Morris has been in the midst of some family hell these last few days. You’re comparing it to your family hell, which may range on the scale from My Mother Doesn’t Appreciate Me to My Sister-in-Law Always Drinks Too Much, Then Gets Bitter With Everyone.
Well, Ashley’s family hell sort of extends the scale. His sister/mother died. What’s a sister/mother, you ask? Ask Jack Nicholson. It’s what happens when a teenage girl has a baby, and her mother says, “I’ll raise the boy as my own. We’ll pretend you’re his older sister. Meanwhile, you get your shit together.” I don’t actually know if Ashley’s mother/grandmother said this to her daughter, but she should have, because things didn’t turn out so well for her, and she was found dead in her apartment last week.
So Ashley goes to clean things up, and finds…well, let him tell it:
Turns out my mother/sister OD’d. Spoons and lighters everywhere. About 300-400 syringes all over the floor. Residue of OxyContin in the spoons and on the tables. And a big 2 gram package of heroin on the counter.
I called the cops who found the body, and asked them what to do with the heroin. They said I could bring it in to the station.
Go read the rest. I offered him complicated condolences last week. I’d say complicated isn’t really the word for it.