No, really. Conscious drug use. It's the way to go when you need to blow off steam. Works like a fuckin miracle.

It was serendipitous, really. My mom was gone, she wasn't coming back, it was Saturday night and I didn't got nobody to love. But those drugs, they did good by me. Maybe I didn't get much sleep before I headed to S' house, but I was happy again. Amazing.

I think it's safe for me to say: I been doing drugs long enough, I know what I'm doing, and I know their benefits. And yes, I do benefit from doing them.