What keeps me away from drugs is my interest in Chevy trucks. I don’t want to ever own a Chevy truck, they are too much trouble. But, my interest keeps me drug-free.
My anti-drug is my drawings. I like drawing pictures of people i see around town, and draw them assaulting Ellen DeGeneres. I have a shoe box of them under my bed and I look through that box every time my son nags me to try Crystal Meth.
My anti-drug is my unemployment. Perhaps if I had a job, I would have enough money to purchase drugs. However, I have lost the will to look for a job. Frankly, its just too much trouble, and I guess that means drugs are too much trouble too. C’est la Vie.
I hope this letter finds you well. Last night was beautiful. I, of course, was dazzling in an overcoat made of charcoal and african fine silk. I sat on our old bench and absorbed the summer air like a slug bathing in salt. I did this until I met a young man who was too playful to tell me his name. He took me on a mystical journey that I cherished all morning in the emergency room. I can’t wait to speak with you about this upon your return.