Captain.Heroin
Bluelight Crew
I just managed to on my first time riding a train, slammed 40 mcg of the oh so sweet bupe into my "go to" vein.
Hail Satan and all that good stuff.
I had 2 mg Xanax in my system and it didn't feel right to be lacking the bupe effects.
Now the only sad thing is I have to wait to get off the train to start dabbing wax.
At least my will power isn't waning for a second.
I would rather have the intelligent people hurdles than a stupid coffin at the End of life.
Hail Satan and all that good stuff.
I had 2 mg Xanax in my system and it didn't feel right to be lacking the bupe effects.
Now the only sad thing is I have to wait to get off the train to start dabbing wax.
At least my will power isn't waning for a second.
My neighbor is actually thinks a statement and a question are the exact same thing. So if, for example, you say to him 'I like watching star trek' he'll say 'I don't know'. He literally thinks whenever you tell him something you are actually asking him. He can't understand the concept at all, even if you slowly sit down with him and painstakingly explain it to him over and over again.
I don't like calling people stupid because it devalues them as a person, but damn, his brain really must be fried. He's an alcoholic and even at his most sober moments he's incredibly difficult to talk to. It's not so much me denigrating him, I just feel sorry for him. I am not exactly Einstein myself but I honestly can't imagine what it must be like to go through life like that.
I would rather have the intelligent people hurdles than a stupid coffin at the End of life.
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