...that $40 a pop baggie of 3,4-methylenedioxy-N-methamphetamine or as you kids call them E's, go to? You know, that one that you had your little stupid friends chip in $20 bucks each for so that you could all get fuzzy with your increased positive emotions, decreased negative emotions and your increased sociability and feelings of closeness or connections with other people! The kind that in fact increases your blood pressure and heart rates makes you lose your appetite and keeps you awake so that you and your buddies can dance your little asses of at Saturday’s big underground rave in your way too big neon clothes all night without even getting sleepy.
Well sometime on Sunday night when the effects should have started to wear off and the depression started to kick in, the trisma and bruxia pains should have taken over and your buddies start banging on your door demanding their hard earned burger flipper dollars back and you have to own up that you lost the drugs and gave them pez tablets instead, you'll be wishing that you where anyone else but the looser who keeps loosing his goods that you are you damned fiend.
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