Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Drug Induced Dreams

He had the poor cat buried in the kitty litter box. 
I saw him.  
He had kitty poop and litter spread all over his body and the poor kitty was struggling to get away.  
I saw him.  
I yelled, but he wouldn't stop, so I started smacking him on the head.  
Then I woke up.  
No more morphine, vicodine, or codeine for me.

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