From a book about a poor happiness (Chapter "Addict")

By tataromanova

Everything that could I ever help just disappeared ... was dissolved in clubs nikatina and rivers of alcohol. Not because I strongly want to become narokmankoy, no, no one wants to become a drug addict. From childhood, we rub on some there is a healthy way of life, of order, law and so on ... You know when you need to ask for forgiveness, saying "thank you" wash your hands and wipe up the ass. But we do not know the elementary!
We do not even suspect that, say, if you love if you hate, even if you have an elementary hysterics. What shall we do? We know? No ... But how to open a bank account, we know how to make a lift, we know our children know where to get a grass. And our children know what a man's heart? Why do they live? To pass the ferris USE continue to exist? Learn, give birth, look up ... And this is what we give? Cyclical? Uvrennost that we all have enough seats in the cemetery?
A person is not characteristic of anything that was once meant to him by God. Then what are we doing here? Surely we should not be destroyed just because they do not comply with what we were destined to founder?
I'm a junkie - kolyus, sniffing, looking for easy connections, using foul language, do not observe the post and watch porn ... What am I to you, honest?
But sometimes, looking around on the street I'm starting to think that I am much cleaner and kinder those urban mutants that roam around ...
I'm a junkie and sometimes it seems to me that the next dose will bring me to heaven. I think that there is very little: a split second, the sea of adrenaline, a weak heart and I'm there, and you're here! Among the bustle, cares, fast food and endless problems with money. Stay tuned ... you like ...
Keep up the pace, but I'll watch. And even if the Lord would send me to stew in the pot, I'll be glad that much more. More than that, if my head down a bag of money, in front was a whole coca Nevsky, and in the end I was waiting for a real prince with great dignity and without sexually transmitted zablevany. It's not worth it ... And "it" is our life - your life and my death, life-long.

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