The intricacies of my insanity
where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
“What?”
“Opioids.” He says again, and still she looks at him confused. “I smoke opioids, not weed,” he says, his arms animated with frustration.
“Shouldn’t that mean the chances of you suffering from hallucinations is considerably higher?”
He scoffs, “I’ve been taking the same cocktail for the last twelve years….”
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