My name is Popper. Phil Popper. I'm a loser. Despite the queer name I had never been much interested in drugs. Valium, xanax, diazepam, phentermine - all this stuff was never of interest to me. Some pills for a headache now and then, that’s all. Lately, however, I’ve been very alert. Things were never easy for me but during the last few weeks everything just tumbled down upon my head. I had enough of this shit and decided to calm myself down. A bit. Or more.
Easy to say, harder to do, I am just scared of going to the-other-side! But wait, what do I have such a name for?! That night I bought a few bottles of valium 10mg, went home and having a nice CD on fed myself up with the small blue pills like a real pill-popper. Not long did it last before I fell asleep.
A few hours later I woke up with a huge hard-on. ‘Why, am I still alive?!’ More than pissed off I rushed to the kitchen to look at that drug bottle again. Of course! That chemist-the-idiot had given me viagra! Could you think of something more stupid?! I tried to end with this all with viagra!! Well, I’m a loser, ain’t I?
1 comment:
terrible. you are really a loser :p
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