Yuri Markeev. Spider Zhigulev (№ 354349)

With women the same story. In his youth to meet people and for me it was a trifling enterprise, and now a heavy burden. Only if you do not take the girls from the brothel. With them is quite simple – they are austere. Merge them with the cube-another to restore shape, they are too happy to repay, climb to kiss, offer myself as a thing – popolzuyutsya, friend, if you want. But I'm not. It is impossible to serve two masters – Paparum Somniferum and debauchery. The soporific poppy calf dulls the interest, and restores the unity of the warmth of soul and spirit. Of course, there are other drugs that are operating under the calf... ha ha ha... even the bull for mating, an extract from the South American cult herbs of ephedra, but honestly, this is such crap, and not want to talk. I saw "screw" chopped – maniacs with dilated pupils, worn day and night around the city, do not sleep, looking for sexual immorality is inventive. Ugh! Look disgusting. Where is your Man person? Where gravity and uplift? And as you say, different from Guinea pigs, over which a cynical uncle's experiments? No, my friends, is one thing – opium, it is quite another some kind of hallucinogenic weed or ephedrine. In the first case warmth directs the body, the second and third – shamanic body over the soul. It's always bad boys, very bad. If you asked me if I want to legally sold marijuana or ephedra, I would have firmly said, "No!". Opium is another matter. People under poppy solution is soft and delicate, like Prince Myshkin. Under the ephedra – the Pithecanthropus. Alcohol does not count. It's a different planet – rude, terrible, but tolerable for five minutes to open the wine departments or pharmacies. In the five minutes we with the inhabitants of the wine planet even somewhat similar. In intelligence, or what? Or delicacy that sticks out and is afraid to even shout, any discordant noise, bright light, music. Is afraid of everything.

– Andrei, – sometimes blindly grabs my aunt Dusya's sleeve. – Tell me, how many steps I took? Ten? Do not miss tea?

– Don't miss it, – I say and help her out of the entrance. – If someone rubbed another step.

– Are you joking? That's good.