Several years ago, one evening, a friend and I were sitting in a man's house waiting for him to return with something for us. We sat waiting in this gentleman's riverwest alley shack, the sort favored so much by gentlemen of his profession, kept company in the living room by two lovely young men engaged in shooting themselves up as ineptly as
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but c'mon. you had to have had a drug name. it justified drug use. Its just a little weird sitting in a crack house on first and locust telling a guy named Choco Senior Blacko that your name is Shaquise...
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Congratulations for being the only person on my friends list that isn't too big a PUSSY to comment in my scarey drug post.
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Hey, I'm glad someone thought my story about two fellows contracting the aids virus was cute, man.
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dude: {totally innocent and polite} hey, sorry i didn't catch yr name....
core: {silent} {gets up} {runs away}
yrs is a much sounder method, george.
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(it makes sense if you want the full story, and are brave enough to face it;)
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So of course when I was diagnosed with the Hep C, I was lumped into the "drug user" category. Not as important and so on. I read one medical report -- forwarded to me by a doc who happened to like me -- that basically said I was full of shit when I said I had no idea how I contracted the disease.
Then I found out that there was a stored sample of my blood, taken before my brief-but-intense drug use, and it had tested positive.
So a hearty "fuck you" to doctors everywhere.
Oh....and btw....my drug name was....wait for it...."George."
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I wrote "None of Your Fucking Business," with the wrong hand for added effect, and was left undisturbed the entire time.
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