it is safe to say this now 'Michael Crafter', but what about the children? Is it not true that you forgot to tell the international audience that you also tried meth?.....the scrpt for 'Once Were Warriors' was written during the harsh period of your life where not only was your master deemed the infamous heroin (smack)...but meth anfetamine as well.....Do I beklieve this is your fault?..not at all my friend....although I dont agree with how much you payed for each 10gram sache of meth....... One could not help but understand the tragic circumstances under which your first dose of heroin was taken.... I remember it was a bright and sunny morning, April I think. You woke up full of delight.. You stepped outside where you sat on silky smooth lawn, watching the other children play in butterscotch fields and in rivers made of chocolate...Life could not have been better.. You decided that you would skip to the local delicatesen where you would indulge in an Ice coffee (the beginin of a life long obsession).....After purchasing the infamous drink, you strolled back to your lovely cottage made of hey and mud.... Almost at you front door you spotted a green chicken, it smiled and you waved........ You thought to yourself "I must follow the green chicken...this chicken has an amazing texture" You skipped behind the chick until you stopped in absolute horror, the chicken was heading towards a well....."Arrggghhhhh" you yelped. Before you glittering eyes could blink again, the chicken fell into the well. you dived in after it....determined not to let the chicken die.....but it was to late.....as you were falling to the bottom of the well...you noticed that the chicken had been an FBI agent...it flew past you...back to the opening of the well...and left you to fall to the bottom. 'BANG!' You were at the bottom of the well with no-one and nothing....you cried....you cried some more.....cried all night long.. The chicken tricked you and there was no way out....Iremember no through your autobiography of 'Chicken Sunday" You looked to the left and you saw a tool box...glittering in the dim light of the filthy well.. You opened it and found a needle full of a milky liquid....you'd seen one of these on 'Law and Order-criminal intent'.... You stuck the needle into your arm and you sprung to your feet....A deep.....throbbing sensation overcame you....all of a suddedn...without warning....you grew a cape and you flew out of the well like super man in his glory days.......you were free again, the only catch, you were now addicted to Heroin..........the days became longer and your scrpt writting skills improved...until....like you mentioned in your autobiography...you ended up in rehab. Your a real go-getter.....
"I must follow the green chicken...this chicken has an amazing texture"
You skipped behind the chick until you stopped in absolute horror, the chicken was heading towards a well....."Arrggghhhhh" you yelped.
Before you glittering eyes could blink again, the chicken fell into the well. you dived in after it....determined not to let the chicken die.....but it was to late.....as you were falling to the bottom of the well...you noticed that the chicken had been an FBI agent...it flew past you...back to the opening of the well...and left you to fall to the bottom.
'BANG!'
You were at the bottom of the well with no-one and nothing....you cried....you cried some more.....cried all night long.. The chicken tricked you and there was no way out....Iremember no through your autobiography of 'Chicken Sunday" You looked to the left and you saw a tool box...glittering in the dim light of the filthy well.. You opened it and found a needle full of a milky liquid....you'd seen one of these on 'Law and Order-criminal intent'.... You stuck the needle into your arm and you sprung to your feet....A deep.....throbbing sensation overcame you....all of a suddedn...without warning....you grew a cape and you flew out of the well like super man in his glory days.......you were free again, the only catch, you were now addicted to Heroin..........the days became longer and your scrpt writting skills improved...until....like you mentioned in your autobiography...you ended up in rehab. Your a real go-getter.....
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