Ummm, so yeah - you know how in gonzo journalism you make yourself, your life and compatriots the story of the article?
Well,
I discovered that now that warm weather is here, the rednecks (and my hippie dad) are celebrating by flooding the country, and my town, with Crystal Meth. It's a vicious & wicked drug, like rrrittalin on steroids. It literally,
takes it's toll on our population. It's not that drugs are always all the time wrong,
But it's a quality of life issue,
When crystal meth is empirically verifiable to be flooding my hometown,
I get sick.
Long story short,
I've always been keen on Pot as such. So I go out into my hippie dad's mancave this morning, and what do I find?
A cigarette pipe.
So I'm like,
"Oh wow, maybe I can get a marijuana buzz from the resin!"
Right?
Take a drag,
ummmmmm yeahhhhh Micheal Moore,
Weed don't taste or smell like that.
So whether coke or Meth,
I'm honestly furious right now!
Mostly because the drag I took accidentally was an inebriating chemical.
So yeahhhhh,
Maybe Meth heads shouldn't call in Domestic Dispute calls on me all the time Mini-Micheal Moore, Al Gore award winning labor union rally documentarian! I mean christ, this is just wrong!
So in toto - wish me luck,
B/C I HAVE THE DEVIL IN ME
Brendan O'Connell 11:09 am
DDU 23
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