  I always loved the potheads. Oh yeah. Growing up, had to love all those rich kids with too much cash on their hands & nothing to do with it. The cool kids, with their nice cars, tickets to all the concerts, and weed in the pockets. Loved them. Shrooms, Ecstasy, Angel Dust – whatever.
Cash. These kids were money. Wonder how they’re doing today. Cause you see, I know. I know where they go in 20 to 30 years. Where their dreams go to die, when they want memory to fade & life to swallow them up so they can just forget .
I know, dammit. I know. Cause the chemicals, they never go away, you see. Nuh uh. There was always weed, the drug for the whole family, then heroin in the 70s, coke in the 80s. Heroin made a nice little comeback recently, but that’s ok, because it never affected us.
Nah. We were busy elsewhere. Today’s drug-pushers drive BMWs & wear white coats. See, most docs know full well it’s quicker to medicate someone than to fix them. Get them in & out of the office so we can get to more patients, get out in time to get to the golf course, & make enough cash for a nice little shore house. With the drug companies stuffing the docs’ pockets, there’s never a shortage of drugs.
And with the pharmaceutical companies floating all that money on advertising costs, people have ‘drugsdrugsdrugs’ pummeled into their head. Ridalin Nation. That’s us. Percoset, oh blessed Percoset, how we adore thee. And then our old fave, morphine. Oh, did you think morphine had gone away?
That it wasn’t coming back? Yeah, so did I. But I was wrong. You were wrong. We were all wrong. People don’t get better.
They just get medicated. Fooled into believing their problem is gone just because they can’t feel the pain. Conditioned into thinking this is OK by decades of drug use. Meet the hippies, 30 years later. I know them well. But I am not them.
I want the pain. I want to feel the knife slice through my sides, tear muscles from bone, destroy ligaments. I want the pain. No drugs for me. You will not have me, you greedy, betraying doctors, who will without a second thought hand me four different drugs (including a steroid) to treat my common cold. I am pure.
Stay away from my family. 
