Alright it is time to get serious again. It is true, I lhave et my guard down. Hell the guard is out back playing cards and smoking. I am surprised they have not been captured. My military stinks. I have spent the last few days trying to rally the troops, but they are a bunch of lazy losers. Big L?s tattooed on their foreheads. Well this morning I threw them all in the brig. Every last one of them; strung up! My new guys are in place and this morning we ran the Pill Parade through town, Topo of course, but I had not seen the Kudzu in a long while and the L-Glut and SAME, it all came out. Those little hot dog shaped pills marched across the counter top and I choked each one down reluctantly drinking my big glass of water followed by another. Choke, choke, eyes watering.
Yes, this morning is the morning. I have finally come to that magic moment. My mean-it voice spoke last night ? it was slurring, but it was loud. It went something like this (keep in mind it is drunk), ?Fuckin shit, Croft, when ish this shit gonna shtop, I mean shhit, you arhe not getting shkinnier drinking this shit. Fuckh. And arhen?t you getting sick of wakhing up feelhing like shit? And yoush have not run a fuckhing mile in 2sh weeks. And yoursh job hash only gotten more demandshing and this is not fucking helping. Thish has got to fucking SHTOP.?
So, my mean-it voice has spoken once again and I will frickin listen. The Pill Parade has run through. I am fully choked full with pharmaceuticals and supplements. The next step is to go find that CD player and my hypno CDs and dust it off. Time to ride that very pleasant escalator that I would not mind riding.
My newly installed military is ready and raring to fight!!!!! CHARGE!!!!!
Yes, this morning is the morning. I have finally come to that magic moment. My mean-it voice spoke last night ? it was slurring, but it was loud. It went something like this (keep in mind it is drunk), ?Fuckin shit, Croft, when ish this shit gonna shtop, I mean shhit, you arhe not getting shkinnier drinking this shit. Fuckh. And arhen?t you getting sick of wakhing up feelhing like shit? And yoush have not run a fuckhing mile in 2sh weeks. And yoursh job hash only gotten more demandshing and this is not fucking helping. Thish has got to fucking SHTOP.?
So, my mean-it voice has spoken once again and I will frickin listen. The Pill Parade has run through. I am fully choked full with pharmaceuticals and supplements. The next step is to go find that CD player and my hypno CDs and dust it off. Time to ride that very pleasant escalator that I would not mind riding.
My newly installed military is ready and raring to fight!!!!! CHARGE!!!!!
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