Now let tell a story, where as the ending i found myself, once again strapped to a bed in the hospital!
Now i started off by just being me… Being a drug addict, still using… i picked up an began to get high, making my way throughout the city of Vancouver, trying my best to stay out of sight and in anybodies way… i was doing fine,
smoking a little jib, wandering about, stopped into to watch some girly movies, that’s a male thing an i must add not all male spend their time watching those types of movies… After i had enough time torturing myself, i then move about sticking to the alley’s just wandering around smoking dope…
i than need to pick-up some more dope so i went to the place where the quality is most of the time very good…
Now after this is when it good, after stop by an reloading,
they say they found me wandering the streets, which in a sense is not true, i once beaten by the dealer, an told to leave the area, where i end up forced to abandon another computer an leaving my phone, while try to make my way
to get some warm cloths, the police stopped me, now you just can’t tell them you just picked up dope, an was forced to leave by your dope dealer, so i made like i was a bit lost..
They were not happy about the story that i had try my best to make them believe…
So on go the hand-cuffs, at that point i knew that i was in trouble most likely going to the hospital, because i had not done anything wrong… Now this could be imagination, but i had thought that something happen in the neighbourhood, which was not good, now they knew it was not me, however they did their best to make seem like it was me!
After more thought they decided that it was not going work, next step was take me to the hospital, where they could strap me to a bed for evaluation an that they did!
Now let just say once you’re strapped to a bed in the hospital it is very hard to get out, without some very smart thinking…
Well meal time came along, an you need to unstrap one hand so you can eat, either that or they feed you an i was not having that…
Well with one hand free, now i went to work freeing my other limbs, you see they strap both arms and legs when they tie you down…
Not that’s not such a good idea, because once i was free, i just started walking around, an there nothing more that pisses of the nurse, watch a man strapped to a bed wander down the hallway…
When have you this way they construct their sentences very carefully so that in way no matter what you do, you’re in trouble and they don’t listen to anything else…
Well to end the story on another note, i convinced them that i was not insane, they did let me leave the hospital on my own…
The only thing which i cannot place, is that i believe i start at one hospital, an some how ended up at another, now i am unsure because they using very powerful drugs on me all the time i was in the hospital…
Damn, if i could get some of these drugs on the street, life would just move a lot more smoother…
There you have a few days with the toad….
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