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24 pills and 25 problems




It's crazy to say, but sometimes are you happy or just content? I find it hard to decipher between the two. Are you happy with your job, or are you content knowing you have some way of paying bills? Are you happy with your vehicle, or is it just a way to keep you from walking? Are you happy in marriage, or is it just become comfortable? Are you happy with God, or is he your excuse to be content? I look around this crazy world and sometimes feel like I'm in this Matrix. No one is who they say they are. Are your enemies really the ones to be trusted? Friends serve up friends like it is a means of survival. Co-workers feed each other to the wolves on a daily basis, just to make it to that next level of the feeding frenzy. Trusted friends stir the pain of the fallen . Preachers feed their flocks their own twisted truths. In this perverse world of self-delusion, I find myself reawakening on a daily basis. Realizing where the flaws are, and seeing the glitches in this Matrix, I become more confused and eager to find the truth. I was born in a world where brotherly love is as real as the Matrix itself. And if I keep telling myself, it can't get any worse....I wake up to see that even hope has become as corrupt as the minds of man. Where does it end? How do you wake up everyday in this warpzone, and go to bed happy? Is there happiness or is there just content? If I keep telling myself that I'm happy, maybe...just maybe, this pill will serve it's purpose. If I take this pill, will I regret knowing what I was never meant to know? Will this reawakening reveal something more terrible than the dreams themselves? Maybe ignorance is bliss. I battle with this question daily. Maybe tomorrow will be the day to take this pill. I'll just put it on the dresser....


23 Pills and 24 problems



At what point is it okay to feel human? When is it okay to like youā€™ve lost? People say ā€œkeep your head upā€, but you really want to just leave it downā€¦at least for a couple of minutes. Some people want to feel vulnerable and weak. Isnā€™t that okay? Arenā€™t they entitled to be human, just once? We have built this wall of protection and defense around our hearts and mind for so long, that it no longer feels right without it. I would love to be able to stop being Superman! Just once, be able to feel vulnerable and exposed. To see if the world is as mean and cruel as we all think it is. To hang this cape up, if just for a moment and be able to loseā€¦just once, of course, not making a habit of it. Why is it that the whole world can mess up, but I can never make a mistake? The pressure is relentless, but I canā€™t restā€¦or quit. Itā€™s not in my nature. Maybe today is a good day to take that pill. I donā€™t knowā€¦maybe Iā€™ll just leave it on the dresser.


22 Pills and 23 Problems




Who says I canā€™t do it? Iā€™ve done it a million times. I practically invented it. I am the spokesperson. What? You think I donā€™t have it in me? You think that because youā€™re over there and Iā€™m over here that I canā€™t touch you? I canā€™t hurt you? Please. Who do you think you are? Thatā€™s right, you are nothing without me. You wouldnā€™t be here without me. I created you. I combed your hair. I shaved your face. Iā€™ve brushed your teeth. Yet you think Iā€™m not strong enough to do this? Come on, man. I showed you what it was like to feel. I gave you life. I even gave you a voice. I think Iā€™m the only one who listens to you. No! I wonā€™t let you walk away. Itā€™s my mistake to make. I donā€™t care who it hurts! Yeah, youā€™re right. I really should stop talking to the mirror. What do I do with this pill? Youā€™re rightā€¦Iā€™ll just leave it on the dresser.


21 Pills and 22 problems


I have to stop waking up like this. Every single night itā€™s the same dream. It even feels like the same day! I wake up, look at my wife, and wonder how it is that she sleeps so soundly? How did I get here?

In my dreams, I am invincible. Iā€™m the savior of the world. Iā€™m faster, smarter, and stronger than anyoneā€¦especially my normal selfā€¦.then I wake up. I put my pants on one leg at a time. I pull the shirt that I wore last night out of the pile of clothes on the floor and I slowly walk to the bathroom. I look in the mirror and see the person I want to be then smile and brush my teeth. Where is that pill? I left it right here! Did she take it from me? Maybe itā€™s on the dresser.


20 Pills and 21 problems


What is taking this guy so long? Itā€™s been over an hour already! Who doesnā€™t have a heated car in this part of the country? Christ, itā€™s freezing!! I can see my breath. Is that him? Nahā€¦itā€™s that crazy lady from the pier. What is she doing way out here, in this weather? Hopefully nothing happens to herā€¦well, at least while Iā€™m not around. I donā€™t need that guilt!

What to doā€¦what to do? Ohā€¦I know! Iā€™ll breathe on the window and write crap that no one will ever see. I-heart- J-A-ā€¦oh crap, itā€™s him! Ohā€¦oopsā€¦false alarm. What is this little velvet bag? Who carries a velvet bag in their car? I wonder whatā€™s in it. Well, well, wellā€¦looky what I found!! A little pill! I wonder how long heā€™s been holding out? He wonā€™t mind. One for now and one for the dresser.


19 Pills and 20 problems


Guy 1: Man! This party is ROCKINā€™!!

Guy 2: WHAT?!?!

Guy 1: I said this party is ROCKING!!!

Guy 2: WHAT?!?! HOLD ONā€¦I CANā€™T HEAR YOU!! LET ME TURN THE MUSIC DOWN! Okā€¦what were you saying?

Guy 1: This party SUCKS!!

Guy 2: What? Sucks?! Go fuck yourself man!!

Guy 1: You know what? Iā€™m outta here! *slipping on beer* OH!! MY BACK!! QUICKā€¦GIVE ME THAT PILL!!!

Guy 2: Sorry, broā€¦.you left it on your dresser.


18 Pills and 19 problems


WTF man?!?! Where did my car go? I parked it right here! Donā€™t tell me that stupid asshole stole my car. If he messes it up, Iā€™m gonna be PISSED! Oh, shit! My stash was in there! I knew I couldnā€™t leave him in that car with my velvet bag! Iā€™m gonna kill that little bastard.
Christā€¦itā€™s fucking freezing!! Iā€™ll call him and see if I can get a hold of him.

*phone ringing repeatedly*

Guy 1: Hello?

Guy 2: Dude, where the fuck are you?!

Guy 1: Up the block.

Guy 2: why did you leave?

Guy 1: I donā€™t know. I just felt like it.

Guy 2: Just felt like it? Ohā€¦waitā€¦there you are. Open the door, stupid!

Guy 1: I canā€™t!

Guy 2: why not?

Guy 1: The car is fucking spinning manā€¦itā€™s fucking spinning!!

Guy 2: Dude? Do you hear the knocking on the window?

Guy 1: Yeahā€¦how did you know? Are you fucking psychic?

Guy 2: Because itā€™s me knocking, STUPID! Open the damn door!

Guy 1: I canā€™t feel my face, broā€¦hahaha. Shhhhā€¦did you hear that?

Guy 2: How many pills did you take?


17 Pills and 18 problems (by Aubrey Thompson)


7:30ā€”Iā€™m sitting at my desk about to log on the computer when I hear someone say, ā€œHey the bathroom needs paper towels.ā€ I think to myself, wowā€¦thatā€™s great. We cut down the very thing that produces the oxygen we breathe so that some jackass, who probably didnā€™t even apply soap, can use way too many shredded up oxygen producing trees to not dry his hands. Shaking my head in shameā€¦so, this is my responsibility?

7:32ā€”I finally begin to check my email, when someone else walks in and says, ā€œHey, if we are out of paper towels, do I come to you?ā€ First off, donā€™t fucking talk to me, make ridiculous gestures at me, or even walk past me to make the wind rustle the papers on my desk until I have checked my email. Thatā€™s how I roll. So, I reply, ā€œHey, thanks for letting me know. Iā€™ll get someone right on that.ā€ With the word ā€˜Jackassā€™ on the forefront of my mind.

7:38ā€”The boss walks in and says, ā€œHey, itā€™s our week to handle the bathrooms, can you check the paper towels?ā€ I like the way he said ā€œourā€ like he was planning to lift a fucking pinky to do anything but move his toothpick dick to piss. At this moment, Iā€™m distraught. Lost in an epiphany, itā€™s like a cut scene out of a bad humor movie. The sound of the paper shredder in the background, the sound of a new email ding, and someone stapling what I believe to be very important papersā€¦noise. I canā€™t take this!!! Itā€™s 7:40am, and Iā€™m already fucked!! Where is that pill?!?! Shit, I left it on the dresser.


16 Pills and 17 problems


So, Iā€™m sitting in a packed doctors office, trying to get some blood work done, when this married couple with 2 kids no older than 4 come in and have a seat. I like kids. I enjoy watching them and I donā€™t mind being around themā€¦but the parents?

These parents need to DIE!! When itā€™s a packed doctorā€™s office, there are rules about dragging your kid, who canā€™t even walk yet, around the office while you are making baby noises thinking that people look at you like youā€™re the greatest parents in the world. Donā€™t give yourself that much credit!! Donā€™t read to your kids like you are reading to a group of kids at the innercity library hoping for elaborate kudos. Donā€™t want to hear your stupid voice for every god damn character in that fucking book.
And youā€¦dad, donā€™t complain about the pictures on the wall. Everyone knows that military propaganda is at

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