I'm Not Addicted To Drugs, I'm Addicted

People Die All Around Us All The Time. Drop Like Flies. Overdose. Aids. Sometimes They Kill Themselves. People Come. They Go. Dying Is The Same As Rehab Or Moving Back To Missouri. It Just Means I Won't Be Seeing Them Again

So Let's Start At The Very Begining (a Very Good Place To Start...)

We Didn't Wish -- Wishes Are Wasted... We Didn't Hope -- Because Our Future Was Inevitable... And We Didn't Pray -- We Were On Our Own.

If Letters Had Eyebrows, These Would Be Arched.

I Don’t Know How You Look At The Inside Of Your Head — What Metaphor You Choose — But For Those Of Us With Endless Yawning Stretches Of Interior And Nothing But Nothing To Stop Us From Getting Lost In It, Drugs Can Be Wonderfully Helpful.