Yeah its another one of "those" blogs.
Earlier tonight, I got word that my cousin died, drug overdose. I know several people now who have died directly or indirectly because of drugs (hard drugs). Spent the night trying to figure everything out but I can't. I don't know what is going on with everything. Its like everyone just decided to start popping pills, shooting needles, and fking themselves up. In my community, people by the handful are hooked on pills, you can see them deteriorate everyday. I don't recognize them anymore and I don't think they can recognize themselves anymore.
Do you know what the worst part of it is? None of them seems to want help or to get off the stuff. Even with the people who has died in recent memory, no one is getting the message.
Fifty-one years ago, Herman James , a North Carolina mountain man, was drafted by the Army. On his first day in basic training, the Army issued him a comb. That afternoon the Army barber sheared off all his hair. On his second day, the Army issued Herman a toothbrush. That afternoon the Army dentist yanked seven of his teeth. On the third day, the Army issued him a jock strap. The Army has been looking for Herman for 51 years.
A woman and her 12-year-old son were riding in a taxi in Detroit. It was raining and all the prostitutes were standing under awnings. "Mom," said the boy, "what are all those women doing?" "They're waiting for their husbands to get off work," she replied. The taxi driver turns around and says, "Geez lady, why don't you tell him the truth? They're hookers, boy! They have sex with men for money." The little boy's eyes get wide and he says, "Is that true Mom?" His mother, glaring hard at the driver, answers "Yes." After a few minutes the kid asks, "Mom, if those women have babies, what happens to them?" She said, "Most of them become taxi drivers."
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