View attachment 10282You know you're hanging out when your mate txts you on a Sunday to say they can get hold of your most FAVOURITE all-time yummy scrummy and very rarely available prescription opiate in New Zealand if you have cash?
And your drooling at the mere thought of it!
In Homer's voice: "mmm OxyContin 80mg aaaaaaarrrrrrrgggggggghhh".
So you rush online to check your bank balance - 'sorry no funds available'; "shit".
You take everything out of your wallet hoping you stashed some notes away when you were wasted for a rainy day like this one; "nope".
You double and triple check through all your jeans, shirts and jacket pockets; "nothin".
Madly rummage through your bedside dresser drawers, find only empty candy-bar wrappers and ciggie packets.
Frantically searching 'like a man possessed' through your car's glove-box and under car mats, devilishly plotting, deviously scheming, fiendishly thinking... I need to borrow some money that's the answer!
"Mum and Dad can I borrow some money for drugs?" - Nah, that won't work.
Maybe I could borrow some cash off my flatmate? - But he's not home.
Maybe I should steal something from him he won't mind? ... bad idea WTF!
All the while, imagining the warm rush pulsing through your veins with a glazed-over look in your eyes and a silly dumb smirk on your face...
Oh damn, no cash I'm broke after the weekend, fuck it!
Looks like I won't be getting blazzed today, anyway Sunday's my sober and clean day lol Doh!
And your drooling at the mere thought of it!
In Homer's voice: "mmm OxyContin 80mg aaaaaaarrrrrrrgggggggghhh".
So you rush online to check your bank balance - 'sorry no funds available'; "shit".
You take everything out of your wallet hoping you stashed some notes away when you were wasted for a rainy day like this one; "nope".
You double and triple check through all your jeans, shirts and jacket pockets; "nothin".
Madly rummage through your bedside dresser drawers, find only empty candy-bar wrappers and ciggie packets.
Frantically searching 'like a man possessed' through your car's glove-box and under car mats, devilishly plotting, deviously scheming, fiendishly thinking... I need to borrow some money that's the answer!
"Mum and Dad can I borrow some money for drugs?" - Nah, that won't work.
Maybe I could borrow some cash off my flatmate? - But he's not home.
Maybe I should steal something from him he won't mind? ... bad idea WTF!
All the while, imagining the warm rush pulsing through your veins with a glazed-over look in your eyes and a silly dumb smirk on your face...
Oh damn, no cash I'm broke after the weekend, fuck it!
Looks like I won't be getting blazzed today, anyway Sunday's my sober and clean day lol Doh!
