Is It Time For Your Medication Or

I Remember The Excruciating School Task Of Writing A Three-page Term Paper. But, Oh, That Feeling When I Was Done! I Think I Drive Myself For That Feeling Of Accomplishment.

I've Always Found Drugs And Alcohol Somewhat Pedestrian. It's Like, I Don't Need An External Agent To Open My Mind. I'm Here, Conscious, Alert, Present. Why Would I Alter That?

Drive-in, You Guzzle Gin, Commit A Little Mortal Sin.

Some Make The World Go Round; Others Watch It Turn.

Shells Sink, Dreams Float. Life's Good On Our Boat.