LOL go and get a fivers worht of soild get a fag and make a bong mix man. I spent so much of my teens being a slave to the bong man. I used to get in a right panic if I couldn’t get any puff for a bong mix before bed. I used to worry about it so much, I would be like oh no i’m not gonna get to sleep… noooo. Wel that was my worst fear at the time cos one of the reasons I got hooked on puff was because I was having really bad trouble sleeping after I left school, and I would spend the night screwing with loads of depressing shit running through my head. Nowdays when I thing about it I think “what a pussy” I basically felt sorry for myself cos I had been dumped by my girlfriend (who I really did like allot) for my like 5th warning about doing hard drugs like coke and pills. So I basically chose drug over her, People must think “gee you sure liked her allot didn’t you.” But I was a a weird age where I was looking to be accepted by loads of different groups of people and also I like getting smashed on drugs. So The I used to think the world was over, I would never be happy again, so I found that smoking bong mix was fun and me and my mates used to get high and giggle about shit and generally have a really good time. But obviously now where I have had opiate dependency, I realise just how pathetic crying about not having a bong mix was.
Looking back at those times me and my mates sure did have some fun, but at what cost. It wasn’t always pleasant the things we got up to. Like we upset a few people from time to time, stole things for money for puff, we one ripped of this kiddy for an OZ of puff too. But too be quiet honest I wouldn’t change a thing.
how did I get here???
Well thats a crazy tangent
damn rambling brain.
