As they wheeled me through
the big double doors and down the corridor of Walter Reed, past the creepy
green curtains and all the expensive medical equipment, I only had one thought:
Jesus, how much did all those machines cost? That much moolah could
buy a shit-load of heroin...
And I rolled past guys who were in a lot worse shape than me -- guys missing
both legs, guys missing half their torso, guys whose head seem to be hanging on
by one bloody bandage... And all I could think was:
Lord Jesus God, dude - heroin. Heroin, dude.
And suddenly a brilliant idea hit me like a rush: I realized I had
an actual purpose in life! My new mission was to get these guys the
heroin they so desperately needed. Yea, deserved. I would become
their angel. Lord God Almighty, I accept your calling! Show me the
way; Open the doors; let me be an instrument of thy mercy!
But first, um... I need a little something...
(2013-08-05)
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