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God Damn Junkie
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I think I am growing fragile in my ever withering age.
It was 10 years ago that I began my dance with mind altering drugs. I was 13 at the time, and visiting a few of my older friends that lived down the road. We use to scarf down Dr. Pepper like it was nothing. It was one of these burnt maroon aluminum containers that would forever change my life.
I was handed a Dr. Pepper that unknowingly to myself contained quite a few drops of liquid LSD. I was in the dark on the mamtter for about 45 minutes when suddenly I was no longer in the dark... I WAS IN THE LIGHT! Atleast thats what I really thought. With a perma grin on my face, I was light, the essence of. Little did I know, the lights I was suddenly basking in, and had adored for what seemed like an eternity (only about 2 minutes) were actually the headlights of the parental vehicle. My friends scooped me up, and we went out back to the grove of trees to smoke some weed. At this moment, I realized something was up when they told me we were smoking weed to "calm me down". At that point, I really didnt care. I was feeling awesome, I couldnt stop laughing, and all the lines in space that looked like they were weaving through a fabric of gone were becoming me. So I hit the pot.
Once we headed back in the first thing I witnessed as I walked through the back door was Jack (the father). That tubby lard of ass resembled a rollie pollie in trowsers. Immediately the resemblence gave birth to a roaring hysterical laughter, that I just couldnt stop. Ohh yea, everyone knew they were busted, except me cause I really didnt care at the moment. I had just dropped acid for the first time (which I still didnt know what was going on at this point), and smoked pot for the first time, what did I know? I might not have known, but Jack sure as hell did. I watched, curlled in a ball in the corner as the spectecle unfolded in front of me all the while laughing uncontrollably... the saga.
That was 10 years ago. TEN frickin drug fueled, fear and loathing entwined, mass psychosis years. Since then, I have done a plethora of uppers, downers, hallucinagins?, opiates, you name it. From mescaline (peyote), to $4000 in coke (in almost 3 months) up the vein. Why am I still alive you ask? Shit if I know. I do know that at this point in my life, I really cant stand getting drunk, I cant stand coke, or any other mind altering drug except good ole marijuana. And I am still fighting with that as an addiction.
Addiction gives birth to mayhem,
God Damn Junkie.
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