Breaking Free From The Dragon

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How Some People Don't Care About Freedom

by Brendan S


For a while now, I've smoked meth, with a "crew" of dangerous men, one to whom has a name that starts with T who I believe has attempted to poison me recently with what is referred to as a dirty hit.

The pipe wasn't clean, but he's a pro, yet offered the hit anyway.

It made me wonder..

His brother died in an abrupt accident, I will admit, was a heart attack that took place shortly after I defended myself against the individual using my jeet kune do (electric war : electric fighting) and the rings clutched on my hand. His heart apparently was weak, and all I remember is the hearse.

Imagine doing drugs with the same person you may have accidentally pushed the brother of so-and-so over the edge, who is lighting your meth for you.

It's a true story, and I am (also) now living in what I call an overly-policed or simply corrupt or very controlling group home beside the location of these individuals.

I've helped the DEA, a few times, but usually "they are the ones to help me." ..

Essentially, I am not "at odds" with these methheads, but they recognize me, "(know of me)" and have regarded my universal celebrity the whole time I have hung out with them. (They knew about me before I met them).

Where I live, and make money off my music, in spite of its prison, is a group home that tries to rehabilitate people who already are free from the system, and who do not need further rehab. They also do illegal drug research. There are "federal laws" to my group home, who pose as religious, making it "illegal" to smoke weed in or around the building, so while I had a medical marijuana card once, and for four years, outside of this building, and at my parent's house, I am legally allowed to smoke weed.

Living at this group home, I am not legally allowed to smoke weed.

In fact, I am given a forced search that makes me happy to expect if anything is "found" the police will be directly called, which also already happened once, which was an old one-hitter I left in a DVD that didn't get cleaned out of my room in time, after I went to detox, that was left in the room before detox. I remember watching the cop, a meaner cop than usual, handling the device, and I was clear only pot had been passed through it. My "doctor" was informed, but nothing happened. It's like they just wanted to scare me into not smoking weed. Well, last weekend I pretty much got blunted..

I've smoked for 17 years, sorry, no "group home" is going to pull the pipe-nipple out of my mouth now, I know it is a medicine, and federal laws should change if a group home is allowed to do this, while I have dangerous methheads, "sleeping pills" as opposed to real medicine, and a whole world of bullshit compared to the only drug I usually want, which is marijuana.

Marijuana is the best drug in the world, it isn't all "shit weed" -- you don't always get paranoid, and for a lot of people there is a spiritual release when we smoke weed.

Controlling witch-like teacher-like whores who were all either once kindergarten teachers or disgrunteled receptionists once, who call themselves healthcare workers, or CNA's, who are also just as high as we are -- since I've smelled the rank weed smell on two of my own staff members, encountered drunkenness in the people in this "workplace" and I can tell when people are on pills, because they were my first drug of choice. I know what they do to people.

I can be threatened, have my life threatened, and maybe even recur in my PTSD, when all I want is a safe drawer to keep my weed, and a beach to walk to. I don't smoke crack. I don't do heroin. I just like "good drugs."

Honestly, I know meth is dangerous.

But it so happens that some people also are gamblers, and we gamble like this.

While you cowardly stand by, and police over the feelings of others, when they are not your feelings.


- BLS