Yes, I’m the black sheep of the family. I’m surrounded by money making, self-motivated, goal-striving individuals. I never thought that at age 20 I would be living in my moms house, and unemployed. I don’t know exactly where I fell off the road to success, but I’m pretty sure it was the day I was introduced to marijuana. I never was really “scolded” as a kid. Yet I didn’t get in too much trouble either. I haven’t been employed for almost a year, and I am my mothers biggest disappointment. She always says “what went wrong?”..”Are you on drugs?” Of course she has no idea about my “drug problem” I’d hardly call it that, but pot is a drug. And I do smoke it, regularly. I tell myself day by day, “This is it, this is the last blunt I will put to my lips for the rest of my life.” But later catch myself with nothing to do, and hopping in a smoke filled friends car. I Never pictured going to college or anything of that sort, but I did picture a stable career. “Who pictures anything stoned out of their mind?” My life consist of waking up around 2ish, asking my mom for money, then out the door I go. Who knows where I go, but I get there. My mom pays for everything, my car, my insurance, my cell phone, my gas, and not to mention my everything else. I know, it’s sad, horrible, pathetic;  I’ve heard it all, you don’t have to tell me. And I’d hate to say it, but I’m not the only one. It’s hard to find a job when you have no experience, except bagging food at the local mart. One day I’ll do something, and make my mom proud. Until then, she’s working on my little sister.