Not in My Backyard (NIMBY) does not work. Opiate addicts live in our communities and in our families & they work in our businesses.
Not in My Backyard (NIMBY) does not work. Opiate addicts live in our communities and in our families & they work in our businesses.
In her glamorous quest for the darkest light and the lowest high, she now found herself wallowing on the bottom of a filthy garbage bin.
Opium: that terrible truth serum. Dark secrets guarded for a lifetime can be divulged with carefree folly after a sip of the black smoke.
If God didn't mean for us to use drugs, It would never have made us such curious monkeys, nor given us so many interesting vegetables.
Drug addicts are so funny that way. Just spinning around, lost in their own little world. Doing so much, accomplishing so little. How sad.
My drug of choice is love. Sure, I’ve tried other drugs, but no other drug gets both the dealer and user high from every transaction.
i finally got t this place were it feel right were i knew i belong were i didn't give crap maybe is not the right place but i feel save
Some of us look for the Way in opium and some in God, some of us in whiskey and some in love. It is all the same Way and it leads nowhither.
It is impossible to understand addiction without asking what relief the addict finds, or hopes to find, in the drug or the addictive behaviour.
Give me the purple smoke, rising higher and higher into my brain until I dance with the purple butterflies.” -Girl with the violet eyes.
Ukitaka kuwa mfanyabiashara mzuri wa madawa ya kulevya usitumie madawa ya kulevya. Siri ya mafanikio ya Kolonia Santita ni nidhamu na kitalifa.
Look, lady, I’m not going to bullshit you. I need to smoke enough crack cocaine to communicate with aliens. Give me all the money you got!
Even as a junkie I stayed true [to vegetarianism] - 'I shall have heroin, but I shan't have a hamburger.' What a sexy little paradox.
Whenever the wife wants to do drugs, she thinks about Sartre. One bad trip and then a giant lobster followed him around for the rest of his days.
But even Es and cocaine, over the years they blow holes in your brain, rob you of your memories, your past. Which is fair enough, convenient even.