Any junky can tell you the agony of coming off of a nice binge. When you have run out of money the "friends" seem to run away. The ones you were so liberal to with your supply have all left to find somebody else to sponge off of. You know that you can't prolong the agony any longer. You've spent the rent money, spent the money from the items you pawned, used up your credit with everybody, and now your fucked. The depression takes hold of you and surrounds you like the thickest fog. You wonder why you do this to yourself. You try to remember what life was like before this all started. You think about the second and third chances you were given. You think about the broken promises, the lies, the thievery, the kids you no longer give all of your love to, as you wonder just what is it going to take? Is there hope? Fuck the 12 steps! Fuck the society that has labeled me as having a disease! Fuck the govt. that would put me away with murderers and child molesters, for being in posession of some of my favorite things. Fuck the martini drinking, scotch sipping lawmakers who decided a long time ago that they could control the very things which they use in liquid form.
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