I was just smoking a cigarette, and what appeared to be an industrial unmarked white van went driving by, waving at me, just as I walked in.

Well, usually they just lift their hands up in the air, then put them down, they don't really "wave."

I was told I am "reinstated" to the NSA.

You know, I confessed about my relapse to my mother, but she doesn't know about everything.

..

Although, this writing site is for anyone to see.

With my well stocked supply, and easily backed-up story about the corruption of the pharmaceutical market, and imported coke, I have to say this entire stint with drugs has had one lonely friend -- who is cocaine.

Though, I "can't" drink and I "really" hate the way meth effects me, I pretty much am also about to embark on a weed-free life, but I don't know where this leaves me the cocaine..

I might just keep doing it.

It's not "cut" or "stepped on" or anything ..

Actually, it's not really the strongest coke, but it works.

I have enough, and I figure, while I am attempting to give up these "other" drugs, I can still have, and openly talk about cocaine.

:)

- BLS