Under a scalpel
I'm a soldier with a semi-automatic rubber band gun and a toothpick. Charlie is waving a bible at me from the corner of 16th and California. I wish I was a pirate sailing the seas with beer in my gut and "arrrrrrrr" on my tongue. I'm sure there is a peaceful mirage in the cocaine desert, but its still hot as hell. Not to mention the lack of life.
Bang!
Disassociative
Background noises of a hospital.
"The surgery went fine. You'll be out in no time"
Opioids
.. a few days later ..
MAO Inhibitors
"Hi.. I know I forgot, I'm sorry... You what? ... ... oh... well could we... oh..... ok... bye..."
Correcting the imbalance of Serotonin.
Bang!
Disassociative
Background noises of a hospital.
"The surgery went fine. You'll be out in no time"
Opioids
.. a few days later ..
MAO Inhibitors
"Hi.. I know I forgot, I'm sorry... You what? ... ... oh... well could we... oh..... ok... bye..."
Correcting the imbalance of Serotonin.