Date Unknown.
My Anti-Drug.

Because I don't know where to buy them. Because I have no marketable job skills to get money for them. For my ignorance. For my idiocy. For my mongoloid inability to properly convey what I want to buy. Because I don't know the street name of them. Stupidity is what has kept me clean, and unless I get educated, it will keep me reluctantly drug free. Stupidity- My anti-drug.

I know how to say no. It is the easiest thing in the world. You think drugs are easy kid? Trust me, they ain't. When I look in the mirror I see a man I can respect, I see a man that I can be proud of, I see a man that looks adversity in the face and refuses to bend. And there is only one person that I have to thank for that: My parole officer. Because there ain't no high in the world that is worth the ball busting he would do to me if he caught me. I would be back in lockdown right now. Parole limitations - My anti-drug.

Because of security cameras. Because my parents would throw me out on my ass. Because the cops in this town are always watching. Because my new job has random urine screenings. For protecting my ass. For being a pussy. For never being able to catch a goddamn break. For being bombarded with propaganda about the dangers. Fear - My anti-drug

I can't lift a fork. I have to breathe through a tube to move. I can't pick up a pipe, a lighter, and no one will bring blow to you when you are bedridden. My lungs barely function for three minutes if they took me off of this respirator going right into my throat. I eat through a straw they stuck in my nose. I am a vegetable and can't get out of this room. Paraplegia - My anti-drug.

Because I love my body. Because I love myself. Because I can't let everyone down. Because my kids are counting on me. For my life. For my future. For everyone I care about. Lies - My anti-drug.