Speaking of booze... I haven't had a decent drink in God knows how long. Oh, how I long for a nice cold Tankerae on the rocks. At the beginning of next month, I'm going to take a trip over to my sisters house and party my ass off. I need a break from all the stress of my bullshit life. I deserve it. And I don't care what my doctors say or what my X-wife, father or parents in law think. I can either pop a bunch of pills that will turn me into a freakin' zombie or I can self medicate and have good time at doing it. Either way the feds get their tax money.
I guess the reason for my rebellion is because I have a low income and it's almost impossible to find psycho"therapy" treatment with my income. Sure, I can get plenty of perscription filled but where is the therapy? Good thing God takes care of the poor and the fools.
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