My anti-drug is my debilitating laziness disease. That thing my wife birthed requires food so I am forced to live a torturous life, working for the man each day. So torturous is my work that by the end of the day I’ve lost the interest to call the drug dealer. I would love to do drugs, but I just can’t handle any more tasks.
My anti-drug is my tendency to get into boating accidents. I spent all of last summer in the hospital. I love cocaine and would have done it if I could but, I had to get mechanical assistance to breathe.