Happiness is a warm gun.
This morning I had a strange dream. It was a using dream about heroin. Specifically it was a dream of my first time shooting up. Mind you I have never shot up heroin, but the whole thing was very very vivid. From the pinch of the needle to the feeling of the heroin. My friend Dave was in the dream, and he is a pure Alcoholic, but apperantly he was more proficient at shooting then I was. We were in Gainesville. I know this because my friend and old neighbore Jamie was like the Heroin guru in my dream. He has also never done that.
I woke up at 7, but I was too tired to get up, so I went back to sleep. The sick part was that I wasn't looking forward to the extra sleep, I was looking forward to using more heroin. I finally woke up this morning in a rush. I thought I was going to be late for group therapy, but as it turns out I am right on time. Oi, what a night.
I woke up at 7, but I was too tired to get up, so I went back to sleep. The sick part was that I wasn't looking forward to the extra sleep, I was looking forward to using more heroin. I finally woke up this morning in a rush. I thought I was going to be late for group therapy, but as it turns out I am right on time. Oi, what a night.