Drugs
2 days and no word.
However I keep thinking about how you said you had a long night. Stuffing your face with snow. As if I didn't hate that stuff enough in the first place.
Sure everyone does it like its some kind of 80's dance party anymore. And I use to hang out. But then I figured out I had some reasons to live. Some of those reasons are people still at that party.
I knew a very charming man once. He read good books, and had a simmilar love for wine. We would often find it was snowing at his home. And when it wasn't he could just make a phone call to find this weather. Needless to say he let his life go. Pokeing holes in his veins. Injecting the devil. Sharing. Because good people always share. Even their demons. I hear he's doing well now. Not that I care anymore.
I loved a boy years ago who did some heavy drugs. He had to leave town more then once. He always warned me to stay out of the party.
I guess what gets me about this junk, is that people are smarter. Just a phase? Then when are you going to grow out of it?
I had a friend once shoot up coke in my own house when I was out of town, with the very girl we all knew as a low life junkie bar whore. And they took photos! In my house!
I hate drugs.
I hate how people behave on drugs.
I hate how certin people bring about drug use to otherwise non drug using people.
I hate how people know perfectly well what is bad for them.
And for all these reasons I have no tollerance for junkies, whores, all around low lifes.
I just may tell you so.
*n
However I keep thinking about how you said you had a long night. Stuffing your face with snow. As if I didn't hate that stuff enough in the first place.
Sure everyone does it like its some kind of 80's dance party anymore. And I use to hang out. But then I figured out I had some reasons to live. Some of those reasons are people still at that party.
I knew a very charming man once. He read good books, and had a simmilar love for wine. We would often find it was snowing at his home. And when it wasn't he could just make a phone call to find this weather. Needless to say he let his life go. Pokeing holes in his veins. Injecting the devil. Sharing. Because good people always share. Even their demons. I hear he's doing well now. Not that I care anymore.
I loved a boy years ago who did some heavy drugs. He had to leave town more then once. He always warned me to stay out of the party.
I guess what gets me about this junk, is that people are smarter. Just a phase? Then when are you going to grow out of it?
I had a friend once shoot up coke in my own house when I was out of town, with the very girl we all knew as a low life junkie bar whore. And they took photos! In my house!
I hate drugs.
I hate how people behave on drugs.
I hate how certin people bring about drug use to otherwise non drug using people.
I hate how people know perfectly well what is bad for them.
And for all these reasons I have no tollerance for junkies, whores, all around low lifes.
I just may tell you so.
*n