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I dreamt last night that heroin was the new black. All the pretty cool-girls were doing it. They walked around town practically drooling on themselves. Droopy eyes, and hunched shoulders were all the rage. Waitresses could barely hold themselves up.

I found myself with a group of cool-girls wlaking out to a parking lot. This is when I found out why everyone looked like zomnies in their super premium jeans. I thought we were just going out there to smoke pot, but on the way they began showing off, and bragging about, their heroin accesories. Especially the things, I forgot what they are called, that you tie around your arm to cut off the circulation so you can find your vien easier. Some had red ones, some black, some satin, one girl's wrapped around her arm for what she said, "maximum cut off."

I gave in, I couldn't not be cool, so I shared thier pink plastic needle, and as soon as it was done I knew I needed to go to rehab. I was hooked. Then there was the fear that I must have gotten HIV. All these statistics popped up in my head, I was certain of it, and so pissed off that I contracted AIDS becuase I waanted to be cool. It would have been easier to buy more expensive jeans.

what a dufus.