Ok, this one is a little long people.
... your favorite sock is the one with the burn hole from the time you dropped a cigarette between your foot and the inner lining of your sneaker. (True story)
... every time you go to the pharmacy and see the gigantic bottles of various opiates and other delicious controlled substances, you fantasize about hopping the counter and grabbing everything you can before the biggest pharmacist pins you to the ground.
... if, and then, you think: "Hey, if I had a gun, I could take my time or even have them to do the sorting for me!"
... if, and then, you think: "No, no. Breaking in at the dead of the night would be better. Just hurl a metal trash can through the window. They never lock the pharmacy section or close it up. I could grab all the cigarettes on the way out too."
... if, and even then, you fantasize about having the skills to kill the burglar alarm and cameras and go in discretely from the back with perfect precision.
.. you're still kicking yourself for not grabbing those two full bottles of Xanax and Valium that were right up on the divider only 1 inch from your reach that time at the pharmacy.
... you think, "if only that friend I was with wasn't filling a prescription!"
... when you first tried dope, you didn't get too high and wondered why it was you hadn't been feeling like this for your whole life.
... when you did it a couple more times, finally got really high, and realized you wanted to do this for the rest of your life.
... doing dope motivates you to get stuff done, instead of making you not want to do anything.
... you go on antidepressants and wonder why opiates aren't prescribed for depression.
... you lay out that "possibly a little too much" line/shot and do it anyway because you know you'll either get really high or finally just die peacefully.
... you can't figure out how you got all that money for all that dope that you did over the past (insert period of time here).
... you used to have a balance in your savings account.
... you will never have a balance in your savings account again.
... you enjoy itching the shit out of yourself while you're high.
... you get scabs around your nostrils from all that itching.
... your pimples were getting so much better... then you scratched your face up... and again... and again...
... you hate the shit out of Eminem for making his little bullshit albums about baby pill habits (Aww, I feel so bad for you. It must have been hell waiting for the nice pharmacist at CVS to give you your Vicodin and sleeping pills in little bottles with your name on them. Boo-fucking-hoo, you had to go to the doctor a couple times a month and deal with a baby-sized addiction that probably cost you a few hundred dollars a month after insurance. Why don't you try being dope-sick off a dope habit where you spend more than that in a week for 4 hours while waiting for the runner to re-up? How many nights have you spent crying on your bathroom floor because your shot was filled with blood and you're desperately racing against time to finally get it in to any vein you can use before it clots up and wastes the only shit you had to keep you well for the night? That last one isn't my personal story, but the point still stands.)
I think that's it for now. I think the Eminem rant is a good place to leave off
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