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Betrayed…

Dude, I thought you were my friend. We used to hang out, have a laugh and talk shite for hours on end. Whenever I smoked dope I felt closer to you than ever before, like we were right beside each other, even though you were far away. Whenever I took pills I was filled with your wonderous love for mankind and the world. When I took acid you would teach me the secrets of life and the universe and I had the decency to keep those secrets. Whatever the situation, our encounters always left me enlightened.

So what’s this I hear about you making drug abuse a mortal sin? Are you serious?

Well, thanks a fucking bunch. I saw this and immediately thought of you:

Never trust a hippy indeed. And you used to be cool…