drug_dealer
Norm It's funny, I hear about a drug bust in British Columbia on TV and its a bad thing. They confiscate kilos of marijuana and that actually means less for me. 030216
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Carne de Metal I've seen the future, norm, it is murder. 030217
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Norm Perhaps the truth... But is it worth it?

Lets look at the facts. I smoke more than Cheech and Chong, wait not as much as them, I'm not worthy, and it's helped me to basically kick my wicked alcoholism which was definitely going to kill someday. My lady, Mary Jane, helps me to keep calm and control my aggression, somewhat. Rules of engagement, yes there are rules now, I don't fight someone unless they hurt someone who doesn't deserve it, they steal from me... Well, maybe there are still a lot of occasions were fighting is still acceptable for me, however, I fight less now and that's what really matters. It's extremely convenient, for my actual job I make deliveries for my father; I make about 3 "legitimate" deliveries a day and about 30 of my own. I live in my own house now so having pounds of drugs in my room isn't such an inconvenience and I've recently started a little garden of my own, 15 clones cut from some primo indica sativa blend. Finally and most importantly in my opinion, I'm sure you'll agree, if I continue to prosper the way I do now I could make more than $80 000 Canadian by the end of the year.

Now is all that good that comes from it worth the POSSIBILITY of the bad that may come from it? So what if I could someday get tired of dancing on the edge and accidentally step over. Life is a game of chance.
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birdmad Memory of an early morning waking up in a slightly more than shallow grave on the outskirts of town, blowing it off to the motorist who gave me a ride back into town as a college prank...a little more than halfway to Saguaro Lake and about two miles off-road (i had to walk back to hitchhike) from the Beeline Highway (Hwy 87)

Bleeding bruise on the back of my scalp the icing on the cake...i had been so massively doped that i would have been on the floor in another five minutes anyway, just off the junk and thoroughly enjoying vast quatities of valium

Heh, they must have thought i was dead. I've seen it before; certain cocktails can induce a narcosis so near death you could almost even fool a doctor

i don't even know how long i was in the dirt, maybe a whole day, hey didn't pack it down and i remember still being high enough not to panic as i was wriggling free from the little trench

there are still faint dirt-stains in my old trenchcoat, ground in from them dragging me by my heels

when he dropped me off at one of the apartments we kept, i took some more valium drew a bath and slept in the soapy water until Donna found me later that afternoon

Funny that there are actually days when i miss that sort of thing. Good phrase for it, Norm... "

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pilgrim I read these things, and Think of a line from Moby Dick. "None save I Survived to Tell the Tale."
Good to have you in the Land of the Living Birdmad. Just surprising you are.
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the birdmad and the damage done Funny part was that the dumbasses who tried to bury me weren't enemies but paranoid partners of mine

needless to say business was never quite the same after that and a couple of years later the cowbiy elements chased those of us who had lost our tate for adrenalin out of he business
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a bird as sharp as a bowling ball "taste," i mean... "taste"

(sorry , foghorn_leghorn moment there)
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snowblind in the beginning all you wanted
was the calm before the storm
if the bluebird plays the eagle
he finds his song will turn to stone
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