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I don’t just follow you ‘cause you’re funny AF, I also do for your pure honesty.

It’s so refreshing and it makes me feel good. Thank you! I love listening to your stories and jokes!!

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Thank you so much. My beautiful son is in prison right, mainly due to poor choices while under the influence of the hard stuff. He gets out again... yes, again... in October. I hope he decides to take better care of himself. He's worth so much more than what he has allowed himself.

Your story is beautiful. Stay wonderful, Man.

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In 2012, I was a 24-year old Type 1 Diabetic with an infection in my leg. They treated it for staph for nearly a month and the damn thing just kept getting bigger and more painful.

They finally some test and figure out it's streptococcus (like the red throat thing), only in a wound in my leg. My doctor prescribes me a new antibiotic, and liquid hydrocodeine mixed with ibuprofen!

Now listen, son. Pills hit. Pills hit so hard that folks be crushin' 'em and snorting them right to the dome. But LIQUID pills hit on a whole other level.

The instructions said take 2.5ml twice a day, but this bottle was bigger than a tall boy. I sipped on that sizzurp well after my infection had healed, and as I was running dry I thought - hey, maybe I should try to get some more of this. I requested a refill from Walgreens, expecting the doctor to see it and say fuck off. Instead, I was prescribed a 90 day supply - which amounted to three tall-boy sized bottles full of liquid-fucking-gold.

This went on for the better part of 2012-2013 - drinking pseudo-heroine daily and calling in for 90-day refills. When it was finally time for my endocrinologist appointment (diabetes doctor), I went in high and confident as hell, excited to share with her my newfound dream drug.

She was obviously horrified - explained to me what opioids were and what they did to the body - and immediately started me on a detox routine. That didn't hit. That fucking sucked.

I haven't taken a pain pill since and don't plan to again, but for about 9 months, I was living the Buttercream Dream's dream.

'preciate the funnies.

Eric from Stuttgart, Arkansas

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