When I have a rough day I like to go to the corner store and get a 6 pack of steel reserve and a pack of eagle 20s. Then I grab my trust bag of clonazolam powder and dip my thumb in for a taste and wash it down with a delicious, refreshing beer. After that I slouch on my couch drooling with a cigarette dangerously drooping from my mouth, getting closer to falling until I hear my neighbor pull up. This sets me off because they should know that any sign of another’s existence will ruin my benzo trip. I stumble to my closet and grab my shotgun because no single mom and her kid are going to ruin my night after a long day. I start digging for my shotgun shells in my night stand, and pull out two buck shot. As I’m rushing to the window to seek my righteous vengeance I trip over my own feet and fall, smacking my head on the nightstand, causing my gun to discharge through the ceiling, creating an instant skylight. I lay on the ground enjoying the view of the sky and slowly drift off to sleep. Idk just something about this ritual really helps me reconnect with myself and find my center
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