I Threw Up while I was asleep

Amber waves of grain
flow into my brain
option of regurgitation is one
that remains
I don't think I'll stop
but have more fun dritfing insane
Remember with a rug stain
Amber waves of grain

Fun with Whiskey and Ball Claps

For a while I Floated around East Anaheim and did a made my mark everywhere I possibly could. From Spray Painting boners on handicapped signs to Sleeping and pooping at Juarez. I was hanging out at the Lloyds for a while around this time and it was a blast. I hardly remember any of it, but from what I do it was glorious. This one night Me my friend Octi, Arnie, Katie, Erin or as we called her "Big Bird", Sarah and Billy the Canuck got hammered drunk, and fuck was it fun. Katie decided it'd be a good idea to snag a handle of whiskey from Stater Bros. I gave her a ride and she went inside. 2 or 3 minutes later she walked out with a handle of black velvet, the dirt cheapest piss poor pile of shit whiskey money can buy. We didn't have to though, she hada big purse. Now this was before whickey made me a terrible person. This was when I was a glorious person in these days and I'm about to tell you why. We went back to the house and got down to business, of course to polish off this one so we could get more. We started drinking in the driveway, I think thats when Teh Zach showed up to join in on the festivities. This was when I was sleeping at the park and this particular night, I had no money to eat the next day. I suggested Someone gave me 5 bux to snort the bottle cap full of  whiskey up my nose. If you know what a handle is you'd know that  the bottle cap is the size of a fucking shot glass prolly a little bigger. Billy the Canuck gladly flagged a 5 in my face to see if I was; indeed, a man of my word. I got a straw cut it short and took about 4 or 5 nice big wiffs along with 2 or 3 regurgitation bonanazas to finish it up. I'll tell you i'v never gotten drunker, faster, in all my god forsaken life, and for a moment I was triumphant. Then a shooting pain from my Testicular area shot up and my balls were in my throat. At the same time I heard a loud clapping sound below me. Arnie thought it'd a great idea to clap his hands, really fucking hard, with my nuts inbetween. This makes me vomit even more. It prolly woulda been really funny if it wasn't me, but shit it was me and I was in pain. We end up finishing up that bottle and I say I'll go get another one at CVS next door to the Stater Bros we went to earlier that night. I took a bike (for a clean and fast getaaway) and immediatly almost run into a parked RV that is nextdoor to the Lloyd residence, barely escaping certain death. When I got to CVS, I walked straight to the liquor aisle, grabbed another handle of black velvet, flip off the cashier that's too busy picking his ass to chase me, I then smiled walked to the bike and Booked it holding the bottle in one hand; desperatley trying not to eat shit and steer the bike back to where I came from. Crossing the street was no easy task. There was a center divider in the middle of the street at State College, "a terrible place to put one of these fucking things" I thought in the middle of a road, "someone could hit the fucking thing". I lift the front tire up with one hand to get up the curb and over this hurdle, Christ knows who put there, and somehow manage to not drop the whiskey in the process. I crossthe rest of the street pleading to my self "please don't be a fucking cop watching me do all this, just one more block and your golden." I made it and like always nobody believed in me, but Who is triumphant once again? FUCKING ME!! That's right. I also remember Kristie Testaburger being there as well by this point. We polish off this one too. At some point in the night I jumped off a neighbors roof into some bushes, landing on my back and again in a lot of pain. Me and Kristie decide to drive and get some food and when we come back, We hear Arnie screaming his fucking head off saying he hates us all and wants to die and takes off. I am at this point used to Arnie's awsome rampages of hate and death, so I didn't take him very seriously. He just needs to cool off and come back. I guess when me and Kristie left him and Billy the Canuck ended up getting to serious when they were drunken play fighting and ended up gettin pissed at each other. My guess is that Arnie hit him in the face and Billy didn't like that very much so he took off. I wasn't there and didn't really care to ask. Everything ended up being fine.

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Why D.A.R.E. Is CounterProductive

In 6th grade I won an award... It was for an essay the D.A.R.E. Program in elementary school required us to write, about how we would never use drugs in our lifetime and why. For one I took it as a joke and was actually intrigued with the information about how drugs "affected" the human mind, bodies and souls. Instead of being taken by fear and to do as I am told, I am driven to find out what it is that they don't want us to have. Most of the time our parents will say no to things that their child wants. Regardless of the "NO" the child still wants what is behind the no and will do many things to try to attain this item. This initial act of conditioning is actually what drives me to go past the "NO" and manipulate my way into achieving what was so drastically trying to be kept from me. Now not every child behaves this way. They are called "Normys". Half of us will say "ok ok... I give up No means No". Not to me... No always starts when a child wants candy. To the child Candy is good. SO when the D.A.R.E. Officer, Reagan and my parents said NO, I stopped to wonder why, what can be so bad? they had the same answer to many other things before which I found to be good... This must be too. I fooled the teachers, the principle, the D.A.R.E. officer and whoever else read the fucking thing because I got Best Essay.
Since I could remember I "escaped" from any undesirable situation I can think of. One very literal example that I can remember is when it was shower time at home. My mom would first give my sister a bath and leave me naked running around the house. Once I could reach and learn the workings of the door knob I would "escape" from my bath (undesireable situation) by opening the door, naked as a beast, and take off on my big wheel. I know a Child molesters dream, this was when they were laying low and not grabbin kids off the street and offereing them candy to get into a car, no this was when people were civil and when they spotted this 3 year old taking a sunday cruise on his big wheel naked they attempted to bring him back home. This is the most obvious example of escapism that I can think of in my childhood years. Well besides Nintendo. Fuck real life, I can die all i want and jump from block to block, Even shoot fireballs at my enemy and have them incinerated right in front of me. Why would I want to engage in real life? Anyways I'm rambling what I'm getting at is that I and many other children use escapism at a very young age and grow accustom to doing so the rest of there lives. We will lie, cheat, and manipulate our way around the "no"s and create "YES"s. All you had to do was observe your parents response to the stimuli that you throw out. Like Pavlov and the dog, yes I'm sure alot of you trained your parents to react the way you wanted by doing certain things or acting certain ways. Sometimes the manipulation goes beyond your comtrol and you are forced to A. act out your lie, or B. blow your cover. Sometimes act out the lie becomes overwhelming and you even forget your lieing to get what you want. You believe it's what you want. Then you're in too deep.
So when that D.A.R.E. Officer brought the poster board displaying all the different ways to escape from Reality... Fuck I was there, I wanted it. Ya candy rots your teeth, but it takes a lot of candy. Drugs rot your mind, I figure it's gonna take a lot to do that. The mind is much stronger than teeth, for 1: Your brains a muscle, and muscles are strong. 2: I was told I was smart... I can prolly afford to "rot" my brain a little. Where can I get this stuff? What kind of person has it? The DARE officer tells you how and pretty much everything needed to know to get it and how to use it. Thanks Fucko, half of my problem is solved. Now all i Need is a few for years to grow more curious and ballsy. Also as elementary schools combine (jr. High) and Jr highs combine (highschool), there are a lot of kids. You know how they say "It's all about who you know"? They are fucking right and by the time your ready, you know who to know and what to do. Every adolescent teen gets overwhelmed by things in life and in the changes occuring in their bodies and whatnot and require "escape". Now Officer Dumbfuck already told you what to do and how, so off you go. Now the "normys" will just accept the changes and go on with there lives never needing the experience to justify the initial action to try the drug. Good for them, they will most likely become loving wives and husbands and an asset to society, never needing what they want, just what is right. People like me, this is not true, fuck society, I like shooting fireballs at enemies and having more lives in Mario. I'd rather have fun than contribute to something I can't even really comprehend.
Reagan and his administration should have really thought this thing through. Those of you that have heard "ignorance is bliss" should be able to relate to this next idea. If we were never exposed to what was out there we wouldn't seek it. Just like we know humans can't fly, we don't have wings. no super natural powers to let us float, so very very few of us try without aid of an airplane or hangglider or whatever. I never knew what a vagina looked like until sex ed. They even tell you which hole to stick it in pretty much. I wasn't trying that until I found out about it. They literally tell you where the pussy is and how to fuck it. Just like how schools now pass out condoms "if they're gonna do it, they might as well be safe." Now kids are having sex younger than ever. Thanks knowledge and the adults trying to be "Cautious". So now Reagans wife goes on a JUST SAY NO TO DRUGS campaign rampage all over the United States, Giving all us who say Just say NO to NO another way to Get what we want. What are they hiding? It must be good. Anyone who finds a gold mine will not openly tell everyone about it, if they are smart they will hide it. With that logic in place, More and more kids a re gonna try it.
I forget what D.A.R.E actually stands for i think it's Drug Awarness and Resistance Education actually. Now take the word Education. When you want to learn about something and pursue it, you want to be educated in the subject. It seems kind of weird to educate 5th and 6th graders about things they will most likely enjoy and tell them NO. The D.A.R.E. Program in my opinion is more destructive than constructive, whatever anyone tries to say. If DARE was abolished I really think we'd have less of a so called appademic than we have on our hands. Plus most of the drug money just makes other countries economies stronger since thats where we get it from, especially mexico from heroin sales. WIth a recent exception to pot in california because we can legally grow it here through proper paper work and money throughput.
I started smoking pot when I was 12 or 13 it's hard to say. Let's say the summer of 7th grade. Now I've been escaping undesirable situations since I could remember (faking sick, throwing a tantrum whatever is necessary to get out of going to church or school). Now the escape was a tangible object, not an action. You could hold it, smell it, eat it if you wanted, or just smoke it cuz thats how DARE said you did it.
You see Addicts start becoming addicts when they are about 3, not 18, 21, or 40. WHen they are very young. This is one thing the Regean administration did not ever understand. In the 80's America was growing richer and there was actually a middle class. Kids got spoiled more often than not because their parents had the means to do it. It was usually easier than fighting it. But like I said if you tell some people NO, they will obey and sometimes not even know why. They just know they should obey, they've been conditioned that way. JUST DO AS YOUR TOLD, thats the curse that becomes placed on those poor souls. Do as your told without knowing why, don't ask why, just do it. This is how Tyrants remain in power, this is how wars are fought, this is how senseless laws are enforced and how many innocent people have to suffer. Economics is another reason but thats just apart of being a working stiff. You Trade in your beliefs for some cash. Good job, well done you've been had, just like the kid who got in the car for some candy. This is how the Nixons, Reagans, Bushes and Saddams kept their power. Obey even when you can't say why. Keep everyone Ignorant and indifferent to anything that is "different" or unacceptable. This is the type of society we have today, they have won. Free thinkers are destined to be criminals or live under the radar never helping society. Good job.


BTW This is all my opinion I dont have any confirmed facts