So, last tuesday my uncle smartly decided to do Ice (crystal meth for those of you who are like me and didn't know).... He decided, again smartly, to do 1 gram of meth. Not only did he do 1 gram, he did it all at once, by shooting up. This was last tuesday, and he still is hearing disembodied voices, and the "people on the tv screen" have proof that his neighbors are trying to kill him. My dad asked him if any of it made sense, and he said "no, its fucking tripppy.... but its all true"
So...this veitnam vet / heroin user and all around creeeeeepy dude finally fucked up his head enough that he won't be coming back most likely. Its amazing that he didn't die from OD.
My uncle fried his brain for good this time :-/
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Meth is bad bad stuff.
You may say that I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one
There probably isn't any meaning in life. Perhaps you can find something interesting to do while you are alive. Like how you found that flower. Like how I found you.
Buttons aren't toys.
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one
There probably isn't any meaning in life. Perhaps you can find something interesting to do while you are alive. Like how you found that flower. Like how I found you.
Buttons aren't toys.
