I need to Get HIGH!

I MISS YOU!

Last night, as I reluctantly dragged myself for the blazing heat of the iLab to the dirty comfort of my room....I walked passed the crack house I used to frequent every night at this time.

You may have heard that it is hard to be a recovering addict, but I am telling you from experience. I miss the feeling it used to give me, the comfort I felt in my soul, the euphoric taste it left behind on my tongue.

As I walk past, tears come down my face and moisten my Howard hoodie.

Why o why did they leave that blazing halogen light on inside the crack house!

For one, its a waste of electricity....

secondly the light shows a hollowed out room, much like my heart....

They say that the crack house will be back, but do you know how its been since I have been able to enjoy the sweet nectar of my purchased high? Its been months! Months! Months since I have been able to delve in waves heaven that calmed my nerves and eased my spirit.

I don't know how much longer I can last. I have tried other crack houses, but they just do not do the same for me. I need the stuff that I am used to, the stuff that is branded by the red haired white faced man in the clown sit.

I NEED SOME MCDONALDS!!!!!


Above: My Crack House