It gets worse when I get high. Sometimes booze does it, but
far less often than when I smoke weed.
I hate having to do it for myself, but sometimes that’s all
there I,
I don’t dare do coke, or I’ll spill it uncontrollably.
Things don’t always go better with Coke, although this does,
but I dare not engage without first being assured I have an outlet for it.
I’m not that crazy. I can handle it when I smoke, stroking it
up enough, but how can I deal with the rocket when I sniff coke. It’s like a
prize bull locked away in a coral next to a pasture of needy cows. I can see
what I want, but can’t reach it anyhow, and find myself banging my head against
fence posts until I calm down.
Weed pleases me more, more a horse and buggy than a freight
train. At least, I know I can still keep hold of the reigns.
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