So...one of the deers' anters broke off this morning. Now..usualy somthing like this...somthing this extreme...it would upset me, but instead I fixed his wounds, and took his antlers.
Where did I take them, you ask me? Well, feeling extremely depressed, seeing that much blood come from somthing I love so much, I took my clothes off. Went and sat in my bathtub, waist-high water surrounding me from every-which way.
A golden box clutched in my hands.
I had a choice. I could try somthing I knew would make me feel better...somthing I did a long time ago, and it destroyed me for awhile.
I really knew how dangerous this stuff was, but I just didn't care anymore...I was in too much pain already.
I really wasn't going to do it,...but then I decided if you can't have just one moment of hapiness, but instead having everything just okay...was life really worth living?
So, I opened the box; my old green friend, you havn't aged a day.
After smoking it, I really couldn't think streight.
The first thing I did was tie the deer antlers to my head. I didn't really bother getting dressed, before I took off out the door. I felt just like a kid again; free and wild...Noone was going to stop me, even if that meant running forever...because I was willing to run, if this was what it meant to have hapiness.
I did, though, eventually spot a red pair thong dangling from a clothesline outback someones' home.
It was just like the pair I had always wanted, but my wife wouldn't let me have...at this point, I figured I could do anything I wanted to do.
So I took them and ran, stopping in a clearing in the woods sometime later to put them on...and it felt great.
I've never been happier....
Do drugs, kids.
