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The trunk of our car resembled a mobile police lab. We have to be in possession of two bags of grass, seventy-five balls of mescaline, five fierce blotter acid, a salt shaker with holes full of cocaine, and a whole intergalactic planets any stimulants, trunks, Squealer, hohotunja... and also a quart of tequila, quart of rum, a case of Budweiser, a pint of raw ether and two dozen amyl.

I need a fucking dose in the morning,
Otherwise, I can't go to school.

Something else must be clean now besides me?
- I do not know!

No to drugs! What drugs? Is it fun? Chaos one. And who invented them? Hippie uncivilized. And vodka? Mendeleev Himself. A great scientist. The father of the entire chemical table of elements. Beacon.

Tommy sat on very tightly to shirk. No one can control him, but I knew some dudes that were able to adapt to it. I was jumped a few times. Jump off and again - it's like that to go back to prison. Every time I sit in the Slammer, the likelihood that you will be able to change your life decreases. Same thing again when I sit down on the "black". Decreases the likelihood that someday you'll be able to do without it.

"We're losing them", she thought. After seven years, they will not belong. Then, when you adapt to them, something happens at the age of fourteen. When does heroin, they no longer belong to ourselves. The more heroin, the less Matty.

When you're on the system, then I can think about is where to get. And when you jump, you begin to think about whole bunch of other things. No money will be wasted. There is money - will eat like a pig. No Chicks - no one with whom to fuck. There is a chick - the constant squabbles, step without it not to step. You can, of course, to score at all, but then feel guilty. Think about the grandmother, about hawk, about cops, about those fucking Nazis, you ***JT, and all other things that you deep shit when you're sitting tight on the needle. Then you only think about one thing.

"Black" makes things seem more real. Life is boring and pointless thing. It all starts with the sublime hope, which then collapse. We understand that we all die, and not finding the answer to the most important questions. We develop all of those tedious ideas that are simply different to explain our real life, but don't give us any valuable knowledge about the great, present. In fact, we live a short life, full of disappointments and then you die. We fill her shit - career and marriage to create for themselves the illusion that there is some meaning. Heroin is an honest drug, because it gets rid of illusions. If you do well on heroin, you feel immortal. And if you feel bad, you plunge headlong into the shit that surrounds you. This is the only really honest drug. It does not alter your consciousness. It just gives you a buzz and sense of well-being. Then you see all the misery of the world without embellishment, and you don't help any painkillers.
"Shit," Tommy said. And added: 'nonsense.
Maybe he's right. If he asked me last week, I probably would have said something directly opposite. And even if he asked me this morning, I would have answered differently. But at the moment, I toyed with the theory that "black" does the job when everything else seems boring and unnecessary.
My problem is that as soon as I feel able, or see the reality of obtaining what I sought, whether it is a girl, the apartment, job, education, money and so on, it immediately becomes boring and uninteresting and devalued in my eyes. But "black" is different. It is impossible to leave so simply. He will not let you. Attempt to resolve the problem with the "black" is the most difficult task. And this brings newberne pleasure.

When Julie began to bend, she is very beautiful. Like most of the girls. Gera should keep the best of what they have. First she gives, then takes away, and with interest.

We puffed, and we broke haha, when Chuck started ***ing pile of Commie-Antichrist with his constant locking and a stoic expression. Trezvyani to watch it's impossible. A high - eye will not tear off.

If Potatoes are still not HIV-positive, then the government should send in Leith delegation of statisticians to figure out why doesn't work here probability theory.

I felt love for them all. To Matty, Potatoes, Dead and Leslie. I wanted to tell them about it, but we only got:
- I'll cook.

The question about the drugs we classical liberals and strongly oppose government intervention in any form.

I said what you always say when something is bad.
- I'm cooking up, - I said to them.