It would all catch up on me eventually.
I embrace psychosis.
When the drops from a runny tap are talking to me in deep, guttural tones, I go, huh and continue watching my Japanese porn.
I find it interesting. Nothing strange.
The authorities go on about psychosis.
Surely, they aren't into it as well.
God spoke to me.
Huh, then that's okay, right.
But when the drugs spoke to me, man, that's one grave issue you have.
I know how big Farma run.
They pay off the doctors, who write off the patients with drugs for life.
It's a win win situation.
But any hint of dissension, it's welcome to the house of fun for them.
My take on drugs is that it's a holiday from the everyday cares.
There's an element of suspension of disbelief.
Yeah, I'm a budding director and screen writer too.
But the authorities give it a high and mighty.
In the end, I was sick of seeing doctors. Paying for them. For a script, which I had to pay for.
In the end, I thought, jack this shit, I'm going down the road to score a point off Guido Ramano.
He doesn't ask questions.
Don't need no script to get the gear off that big fat wog boy.
