It was a lot like cigarettes he thought.  The first one was always the hardest.  Figuring out how to inhale without choking, then came the nausea and vomiting and on top of it all that first nicotine rush.  That tiny spark of pleasure coursing through his veins, the sinful taste of addiction on his tongue making him want to do it all ( Read more... )

            This is how it goes. 
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"There had better be a fantastically good reason why I have an arrow in my ass."

            Emily sits on the couch watching a television that’s confused green with blue.  Infomercials are showing everyday people incapable of doing the simplest tasks and inconvenienced by everyday life.  People dependent of complex, time saving technology that takes longer to set up then to do the actual task without its aide.

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