I just found out that some girl published a book that is my ibogaine flood dose trip report story, with pictures and laid out in print layout. I'm flattered. She printed 50 copies from what I understand. Reached out to tell her I think it's cool, but to please let me know if she plans to try to make money off of it or use anything else of mine. She reached back and said no more copies will be printed and she's sending me a physical copy.
Yo ho, Deliver the dough, Did I fucking Stu-stu-stutter. Lock the door. Drop the soap and hope for a brighter day. I'm thinking Bleach, Nah I gotta reach a higher level so that I don't meet the Devil, But Cox, You gotta die man it's in your Will to break the bitch in which broke you remember. Those rainy days. Cry a river build a bridge and walk your crybaby ass over it. Nah maybe a noose... Okay I tied it too loose. Fuck! What now?
Co-worker said that a tweeker had destroyed her rental house lmao. This dude had though there were cameras inside the walls, so he took a hammer and spike to the wall and knocked holes in everything. Including the stove, and the stove along with all the other appliance's. Also spray painted the microwave black.
They said the dude cut a door in the drywall and burrowed a path into the attic.
Lmao it was so hard not to laugh because it reminded me of the shit you would read in some of the tweeker threads here on Bluelight.
My oldest friend did this stuff when he was strung out on meth. For about a year he destroyed multiple rentals, he thought people were hiding inside the walls and digging tunnels under the floor. He thought people were hiding in the ceiling key logging him and that they stole $4 million from him that he somehow had (he didn't ever have it). So he dug up the floorboards, busted through all the drywall, and removed the ceiling in sections.