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The pills were behind the glass counter, the money was in my wallet, the region required no prescription and, I explained to the councilor, a prerequisite for drug addiction is that you stick to one brand.
The pills were behind the glass counter, the money was in my wallet, the region required no prescription and, I explained to the councilor, a prerequisite for drug addiction is that you stick to one brand.
The entire film shoot was a disaster, except for that one day when a bunch of crackheads led us to the largest porn collection in New England.
I'm mourning the loss of my little brother because the "friends" who invited him to the party are the same ones who gave him the drugs and left him there to die.
My mother says she doesn't know why is marijuana such a problem, because for her it's just a "relaxing herb."
We drove directly into the slums of Detroit just to buy the Polish treats from your childhood and when you pointed out the crack-deal going on down the street rather than ushering me out of that place as fast as possible, I was proud to call you my father.
Even before getting completely stoned with my dad, uncle, and cousins that Thanksgiving, I knew I had the best family on earth.
The 4am waitress at Shari's took better care of me during my overdose then my friends ever did the first time.
I watched her vomit blood for an hour and assured her she was fine because I was too high to drive her to the hospital.
Ever since their dad started doing meth, my house is the only place they feel safe.
My brother left Iraq with one leg, severe PTSD, and a heroin addiction.
While watching my brother-in-law use my childhood Bible to roll a joint, I realized we are probably going to hell.
I didn't understand that he asked for six sugars in his coffee because it helped him keep feeling high.
Sometimes I wonder if eating a sugar cube of acid and wandering Coney Island will always be the most beautiful experience of my life.
When picking up my son's birth certificate it dawned on me that the hospital shouldn't have let a woman doped up on Percocet and Morphine fill out the paperwork.
I wonder if it would be worse to tell my daughter she caught me snorting pain pills or let her keep believing it was coke.
Our neighbor, a known drug addict, found some abandoned kittens, causing my 9-year-old son to remark, "I hope he doesn't smoke them, Mom".
In the last two months, I've seen my drug dealer more than my best friend.
I found out today from my neurologist that my heavy marijuana smoking actually improved my brain-wave activity and functionality and my IQ rose 20 points, so I smoked a joint in celebration and finished my calculus homework.
Now that I am seeing my grades, I am realizing that maybe exam week was not the best time to go on a five day pot binge.
My liberal views about marijuana use disappeared surprisingly quickly upon finding a baggie full of it in my 15-year-old son's desk drawer.
It was when they were arrested for selling marijuana that I realized the only mail I get is from various jails throughout the state that the majority of my friends are currently residing in.
I decided to quit smoking pot for a while following a close brush with death involving a Reeses' Chocolate Bar.
The Sufjan Stevens-induced ecstasy flashback made me realize how much I disliked my life in an unaltered state.
They didn't have the DVD she wanted at Wal-Mart, so I bought her a big red bong for Christmas instead.
In less than 24 hours, I found out he constantly dropped ecstasy, cheated on me by sleeping with his cousin's 15 year old best friend, fooled around with his best friend's sister, and that everything I knew in this world from the man I was ready to marry was a lie.
Sitting there stoned out of my mind on medical-grade marijuana, I thought I'd lost the ability to comprehend the English language, but then I realized that my brother-in-law was jabbering away at me with his dentures out.
As hot as double lip piercings are, as slender were her hips, and as beautiful were her eyes, anti-psychotics are an instant stop sign.
As I tried cocaine my first time, my only thought was how blue those eyes were.
Maybe I was wrong, but your "I love you" felt more heartfelt when you thought I was addicted.
I had been drifting through a haze of various drugs and forgettable experiences, until one day I woke up and couldn't remember who I was before college.
After being duped into thinking a hot girl actually was interested in me, that hooker stole my weed.
Although it took me some time to learn how to properly smoke tweak using the glass pipe, I have spent longer attempting to discover how to reverse the effect that it's had on my life- to no avail.