May I just start out by saying that I am not an educated writer, but I tend to have a creative mind. Mostly driven by insanity, and substance abuse. Many Doctors have diagnosed me with similar things but I consider myself somewhat of a mystery. I'll first start with a story of my last encounter with nearly loosing my mind. One month ago I arrived in Sin City. Yes, Las Vegas. A city filled with too many vice's to note. I took part in as many as I could. We arrived to the hotel and started unpacking our necessities. When the last bottle of liquor was put onto the table I partook. I'll note that I wasn't alone but I will not reveal the members of my entourage. Back to the story now. The room was filled with smoke, alcohol, and homosexuals. Yes many of them were friends(I will note that I do like women). The night began when I hit the strip with two people I met only a half an hour before. I'm not sure who they were or what their intentions were, but they seemed pleasant. As we walked I took a small red pill. I will not say what this pill was. I will say that I felt like a million bucks. We proceeded to a small fast food restaurant where I bought everyone food. Even a black wounded homeless soldier that was starving. It was worth the story and advice he gave me. He said something about the government, needles, and a dishonorable discharge. His advice was this, "Don't ever play with guns. You end up in a third world country shooting up on Smack that you found in some palace, and running through the desert naked screaming about a bearded woman that took advantage of you." I took this to heart. That's when I decided guns and women with beards were not for me. By the end of the night I found my way back to the hotel. I don't know how but I did. There is more to this pathetic story, but I will continue it another time. Just remember kids....Drugs and alcohol are bad.
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