We're Headed Up My Mom's Ass!

The other day I was cleaning up (out?) my room and I stumbled upon a couple of 'journal' entries I had written on the back of Video Difference coupons we use to have at Pita Boys. One in particular was about how my girlfriend at the time had necked another boy the night previous and then told me in the same conversation that she thought she might be pregnant. On the coupon you can tell where I worked out the calculations on how I'd support a child on the minimum wage I was making (plus tips!!!) at the time...you can also see drops of dried blood where I tried to stab myself with the pen.