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these are the #'s to two payphones at the ATC. It is a drug rehab that I was kicked out of. Fuckers. |
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those bastards had it in for me from the beginning. all i was doing is the same thing that every good american is doing; i was defending my y2k supply (sugar packets, ammunition, non-dairy creamer and other condiments) meanwhile, as i pretended to sleep, they were busy conspiring and plotting against me. they were trying to steal my sugar. the next day i realized that a confrontation was imminent. i fired up more coke, undressed, and proceeded to tell everyone that i was acutely aware of their plan. the reaction was predictable, denial; "are you okay man?" "dude you're sweating.. alot." "you look like shit- when was the last time you slept?" and "why the hell are you naked?" It was hopeless.. they were so blind. jesus must have felt like this at times. from beneath my trenchcoat i revealed a gun. as i stood on the table, the words of god fall did from my tounge; "the hour of purification has arrived. do you accept this?" "yes / no" "then kneel before me and drink from the fountain of truth!" so i gto kicked out for simply sharing the truth to people that were conspiring to pilfer my private hoarde of condiments. sorry for yelling. |
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by the way, what is this "smoked 'water'"? what are you talking about? formaldehyde? |
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>So, what are you doing now? Actually, i'm trying to find a job so that i can get the money to get back into that crappy program- else i go back to jail for two more years, the dungeonesque salt lake county metro jail. I'm fucked- no one will hire me. -hey i could panhandle with a sign that says that.. |
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