Fonaplats
victim of incest
[daylong jump-start that nome]
Our friend Master Blaster is losing touch with reality. He just keeps doing more and more drugs and in higher and higher quantities. Man has a decent union job and yet still somehow spent most of the last year living out of his truck keeping it safely tucked away in the alleys of the city's south side. When I met (or re-met... I do drugs sometimes a lot too), Master Blaster was just your typical 40 hour week workin beer drinkin bachelor living the dream about to be sponsored for his home made ghetto sport bike stunts. But... The alcohol was everywhere and it became too much. He started drinking at work and getting in trouble eventually leading to him being suspended for a short time. Upset he chose to rebel and went to party with some mexican gang bangers. Mater Blaster thought he had a handle on everything and he probably did but surely he had already drank them all. After one night of partying where he was offered some hash and acid. Heavily intoxicated already this only made him a faggot. Next thing he knows he woke up in bed with just a towel wrapped around his waist and everyone reminded him of the fact he sucked 3 of his "friends" cocks in the hot tub while fucked up. Unable to live with this memory he decided to try more drugs. But before he got the chance to, the mexicans showed back up. Physically drug out of his abode into the street and hot sun a lynch mob demanded he care for one of their sister's whom he impregnated. Long story short, that bitch was lying but she broke something in Red's heart and mind. Did he really not want the child? Did he want the child but was so heartbroken to find out the kid wasn't real that he turned to the only love he ever knew. DRUGS AND BOOZE Well in case you have never done drugs, drugs cost money. A lot of money. Especially when they are a habit.
Master Blaster's life is falling apart and we are all witness to it.
I have been down this road. It leads to sucking dick for $4 and having to fly a kite in hopes of getting the other $6 just so you can get some dope to accidentally miss a vein with followed by crying, saying "life is not fair" and repeating the process all over again.
Whatever your actions are your results. ^think about it.
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master blaster is a coinsure, he only smokes it for the taste. some things are so hard to say, thats why you live in chicago today, even though you say them every day, don't let your life be the butt of a joke, put your lips around a cool, black pepsi coke.
