Dr.Shopper
Bluelighter
What's up everybody, I'll warn you that there isn't much point to this post. I'm just sitting here starting to feel a buzz creep in so I felt like posting. So in my room, I have this big closet that I call the hot box...I'm sure you can guess why. It's the one place in my house I feel I can safely get away with anything. So every day for basically all of December and January I hot boxed the SHIT out of this place, and also snorted a wide spectrum of assorted pharmaceuticals, every color of the god damn rainbow (can you tell I'm high yet?). So tonight, I was just sitting here bored as hell itching for a buzz but I was totally dry with no viable sources. So I figured, "why not search my closet"? So I did. I scoured high and low, through the mountaintops of bookshelves, through the valleys of scattered clothing and the rifts in the carpet. I swear, I've never completed any task so thoroughly and dilligently, I mean who needs school right? So I stumbled out of the closet doorway, exhausted from my long journey. And what was the treasure I returned with? Five methadone pills, two oxy 60's, about a dubsack of VERY high quality marijuana (although it was starting to turn a shade of brown), a couple Soma, and some lorazepam. I can't even believe this, it's just crazy how much shit I hide and forget about while under the influence. But it's safe to say I've hit the jackpot, and this should be a fun night. HOLLA!
