| I dropped out of college.
Booze. Debt. Die.
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| they told me I had bronchitis. I told them I smoked crack. who believes who here? |
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And lately I’ve been living on my own.
And I’ve fucked up so many times..
I’m better off alone.
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| It’s the stuff that most people can handle that makes addicts get high. We get high over nothing. If only it were always as good as the first time. With cocaine you only get one shot of deliciousness, and after that it’s all just chasing the dragon, hoping that somewhere between the baby laxative and lidocaine and inositol that it’s cut with, there is still that great grand blow to the brain. The joke is: what do you do on cocaine? More cocaine. When you do drugs, you count like a chemist: The numbers are wild, the formulas are easy. Then, when you try to get clean, you start to count like a pharmacist: How many hours between doses? How much or how little do you need to maintain? If you have ever had a problem with drugs and alcohol, you might as well accept spending the rest of your life overwhelmed by numbers. |
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| that swirling stream
of what is and what was.. |
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