Wednesday, 29 January 2014

A bizarre thought

I'd rather have good drugs than friends.

Of course this isn't any reflection on my friends. I feel that way because I want people in my life like I want a hole in the head.

Oh. No. That is wrong. You know what I mean though.

- sent from my smartphone

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