John The Maintenance Guy
penecks (friend) flushes towels down her toilet. YOU are expected to add content in her place because it is NOT her problem.
This is the story of John The Maintenance Guy. There are millions of stories like it because there are millions of drug addicts who have been fucked up by their own poor choices and by listening to their fucked up doctors and government.
So you hire a guy. He looks like a promising worker, and he has passed his background check. He shows up early on his first day of work because he is not only excited about his new job, he is also happy with his hourly wage and the chance to learn a new trade. Turns out, this excitement is due to a heavy cocktail of drugs. Some of them prescription, some of them bought on a street corner in the dark side of town.
Then, on his third day of work, after thinking he is comfortable with you, he sends you this picture in a text message:
And that picture is followed up by a brief voicemail message that sounds like this:
Immediately after the photo and voicemail message, a frantic phone call was made by John. John was worried that he was going to be fired for such tomfoolery.