I'd be dead before I knew what hit me, but goddamnit everyone that saw me that day would have one hell of a story to tell.
I'd go to a pharmacy and get nice and loaded on opiates, oxy, dope, you name it. I wouldn't have to do it all at once but i'd have some full pockets. Then bring on the cocaine. Constant supply. If I go more than 5 minutes without burying my face in some government regulated pure ass mofo'in coke that's way too long. Then start the dissociatives. I'm getting sloppy now. Things may be broken, fights may start, things could be stolen, shots may be fired, some fast driving will definitely ensue. Very fast. Molly, molly, molly. I'm pretty sure i'd impregnate someone that day, maybe even get a nasty STD but that's fine we all know I won't make it till midnight. Uppers and downers, uppers and downers, good thing I've got all those benzos to keep me calm. Now I am incapable of driving. If I haven't crashed already someone needs to come pick me up because I am on the pavement next to my car sputtering and drooling. I barely speak. I keep digging in my pockets and shoveling towards my face for a few hours till I finally cease to live. No weed was smoked, no psych were consumed. I can do that any day. This was my time to shine.
Nobody knows what the total dollar amount of what the destruction was, but things were defaced. Bitches were slapped and or fucked (who knows). Things were pissed on. And stolen. And hit with a car. And purely fucking awesome. Movies would be made about the last day of RecklessWOT's life.