CRACK ATTACK!
You head for the door and step out into the brilliant light of day. You're going to get some crack today. All you need is money. But you've got a plan that you're quite satisfied with. And plans are rare things indeed for crackheads.
Here is your 'plan': Get money and buy crack. Its simplicity is genius and you walk along the uneven sidewalk reveling in your unrefined brilliance. It just doesn't get any better than this.
Then you stop and scratch your head. How are you going to get money? Damn it. Your plan has a flaw after all. You look around you trying to formulate an idea of some sort.
Hmmm, perhaps you could pawn your vast collection of sultry pornographic magazines and videos? But then you remember how pissed off the salesclerk at the local pawn shop got last time when he saw how many of the magazines' pages were stuck together. Plus, he said that people weren't into buying 'used porn'. Whatever. Maybe you can break into your mom's house and steal some shit? That'll get you some dough. Then again... your mom got pretty pissed last time. Maybe that's not such a good idea. But what other options are there?
Wait just one butt-fucking minute! Maybe your dealer will give you credit! Your neighbor sells the shit and you're good for your money. No one's credit is as good as a crackheads, right? Right? RIGHT?!
You can't help but get the feeling that desperation is clouding the potential for rational thoughts.
Here is your 'plan': Get money and buy crack. Its simplicity is genius and you walk along the uneven sidewalk reveling in your unrefined brilliance. It just doesn't get any better than this.
Then you stop and scratch your head. How are you going to get money? Damn it. Your plan has a flaw after all. You look around you trying to formulate an idea of some sort.
Hmmm, perhaps you could pawn your vast collection of sultry pornographic magazines and videos? But then you remember how pissed off the salesclerk at the local pawn shop got last time when he saw how many of the magazines' pages were stuck together. Plus, he said that people weren't into buying 'used porn'. Whatever. Maybe you can break into your mom's house and steal some shit? That'll get you some dough. Then again... your mom got pretty pissed last time. Maybe that's not such a good idea. But what other options are there?
Wait just one butt-fucking minute! Maybe your dealer will give you credit! Your neighbor sells the shit and you're good for your money. No one's credit is as good as a crackheads, right? Right? RIGHT?!
You can't help but get the feeling that desperation is clouding the potential for rational thoughts.