It's 4:22 Pm where I am Pacific Coast time. I am supposed to get off of work at 6:00PM, I left early. It is weird to come here to say this but the truth is I don't really have any friends. My mother called me at work and I let it go to voicemail because I am not suppose to take calls.
When I went to break I picked up my voicemail and she asked me to call her, she said it was important. I thought that she probably wanted me to baby-sit her stupid dog.
When I called her she told me that my brother had over-dosed. I asked her when it had happened and she wouldn't give me any details. I started crying on the phone in the break room and then pretty much wailing in the hallways at work. I took the elevator back down to the second floor and the human resource manager was near my desk I told her I was leaving.
Then I needed money to get on the bus so I went to the bank, I got the change, remembed I had a check to deposit pulled it out and gave it to them the bank teller asked me what my plans were for the 4th of July, I told her that I just had a death in my family and I just want to deposit the check and leave.