Worst job of his life. Serving crack heads

A friend told me his story recently about when he worked in a crack house. He told me that he saw many different kinds of people walk in the door. Full-on cracked out crack heads, to hookers and sometimes even people that looked like they were in business on a lunch break! He told me on more than one occasion he someone he used to know from school would come in all cracked out with a frothy mouth and the jitters.
He told me he only worked there for a month or so because he needed some extra cash and he knew a guy that could get him quick cash. He said it was the worst job of his life by far.

D.K.
Location kept secret

You are full of shit lil bro

You keep telling me that you've quit using. Yet youre high whenever you bother to make it home.
You keep telling mom and dad that your fine. Yet you totally aren't
You keep stealing shit from our house. Then lie about it.
You keep taking money from moms purse. I've seen you
You've even taken pills from dad's medicine cabnet, and you know he needs them and are expensive.

You keep taking and taking and taking.

I ain't "taking" it anymore.
The next time you do something wrong, I'm calling the police. You so much as blink too many times, I am gonna put some shit in your room, then call the coppers and tell them what's up. Then maybe they'll lock your ass up, so you can get some help.
Enjoy your high while it lasts lil bro. The end of the line is amost near.

Your loving sister
San Diego, California