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chapter 1 pharmakeia
On some shity day, in some shity year, I sat there with a shity attitude because the governmet had altered my state of consciousness, purposefully! I didn't know that then, but I damn sure know that now! because you see I was experiencing withdrawal from amphetamines that my parents were forced to make me take at the age of 9…… anyway I had to go to SCHOOL, and I won't feeling it…
" I'm not going to fucking school today if my medicine filled
I proclaimed!" my mother said, as any mother would "yes you the fuck are young man"
It would be on this shity day I'd make a shity decision solely because my prescription could not be filled this should happen before I couldn't remember the symptoms but the damn sure were some.. I remember someone in my family having something similar happening and saying something to the effect of Aunt Judy (my beautiful mother) got something that helps that…. That's all I remember about that the next thing I remember I was headed up the steps to find those motherfukers I'm lying to myself and others saying I just didn't want to feel shity but thinking back I had been abusing inhalants such a butane and other aerosols and had dad rule psychedelic diphenhydramine trips so my intentions weren't clear … what is clear however is me seeing a little round clay jar with a cork top on which was written killer weed! I removed the cork I removed the first prescription bottle I saw I opened up the bottle and saw little light blue pills with what I thought was smiley faces they were actually V's but I'll be damned if they weren't call happy pills…. I just assumed they were smiley faces and dumpex at least 20 in my hand…I remember taking at least three I probably weighed a hundred twenty lbs… these pills turned out to be 10 mg hi quality name brand valiums….Very shity decision, on a very shity day! incomes one of my best friends till this da,y the motherfuker sleeping on the recliner now! I s*** you not! We will call Lil J because I simply have no idea what crimes we might have to explore ,I'm not familiar with the statute of limitations and I don't want to dry snitch on anyone! Lil J rode my bus he also experimented with inhalants and psychedelics with me now roughly in the shitty years of '93 or '94 it was our time to experiment with benzodiazepine…. at school he would start with three as well, We had fucked up….
What occurred next if having unfolded these days would have landed me in jail,underneath the jail in fact , I accidentally got caught with a weapon, after falling out of the bleachers after my hard shell Peavy electric guitar case almost fell off ,well I guess it did I was just attached to it. This puppy had double humbuckers , great action, and a tremolo system which included a tuning lock for which you needed a flat head screwdriver or an allen wrench to lock I had neither when I did have with a steak knife in a pocketful of Valiums remembering all that I hear on the loudspeaker the main gym teacher mr. Jones saying mr singletary are you okay? Oh yeah and like a hundred teenage kids f****** laughing cuz I just fell out the f****** bleachers one of them being another main character who is still around we will call her diamond as diamond and everybody else left stumble my way towards the gym teacher remembering I have narcotics in my pocket have no idea have a weapon on me I just wanted to show off my awesome guitar…he grabbed me by the arm and asked me if I had been drinking I responded I don't like alcohol. He's leading me to the office when I have no idea the police are they were always there but at the time I didn't give a f*** about the police not that I do now but it was definitely time to ditch the narcotics I understood that much I dropped them b****** out my pocket make bread crumbs in a fairytale rather this s*** was real the cop I ran into was real the search they performed on me was really real when my pops got there he was real mad first thing he said was I'm counting my valiums …. And why the f*** did you have a knife you know you're not allowed back on the property can you go to court…this my friends is just one true and verifiable story as all the unbelievable quite preposterous events unfold in this life imine if that's what you want to call it join me and this psychedelic schizophrenic quite psychopathical bad trip of a life I'm currently experiencing! Things had to get better tho ,you say? You ever take DMT and get and get stuck in a trip that last 10 years yet you're only ttippin for 5 minutes.its kind of been like that if that makes any sense …Here we go, I'm gonna put blame square where it belongs, uncover ancient ongoing conspiracy's that will probably get me killed we'll take a trip through the Richmond satanic death metal scene right into the alley next to the metro night club, injecting drugs of various colors and textures…. Explore how the glorification of criminal lifestyles, has affected the youth, Lord knows it affected mine! but don't fret that will help us explore the prison industrial complex slam from the inside a cell full of contraband because I f***** around and made a shity decision ,we'll talk about how I've been addicted to drugs since the government force me on them and 1989, so f*** around and get that popcorn cuz she just got real!
© Austin singletary
" I'm not going to fucking school today if my medicine filled
I proclaimed!" my mother said, as any mother would "yes you the fuck are young man"
It would be on this shity day I'd make a shity decision solely because my prescription could not be filled this should happen before I couldn't remember the symptoms but the damn sure were some.. I remember someone in my family having something similar happening and saying something to the effect of Aunt Judy (my beautiful mother) got something that helps that…. That's all I remember about that the next thing I remember I was headed up the steps to find those motherfukers I'm lying to myself and others saying I just didn't want to feel shity but thinking back I had been abusing inhalants such a butane and other aerosols and had dad rule psychedelic diphenhydramine trips so my intentions weren't clear … what is clear however is me seeing a little round clay jar with a cork top on which was written killer weed! I removed the cork I removed the first prescription bottle I saw I opened up the bottle and saw little light blue pills with what I thought was smiley faces they were actually V's but I'll be damned if they weren't call happy pills…. I just assumed they were smiley faces and dumpex at least 20 in my hand…I remember taking at least three I probably weighed a hundred twenty lbs… these pills turned out to be 10 mg hi quality name brand valiums….Very shity decision, on a very shity day! incomes one of my best friends till this da,y the motherfuker sleeping on the recliner now! I s*** you not! We will call Lil J because I simply have no idea what crimes we might have to explore ,I'm not familiar with the statute of limitations and I don't want to dry snitch on anyone! Lil J rode my bus he also experimented with inhalants and psychedelics with me now roughly in the shitty years of '93 or '94 it was our time to experiment with benzodiazepine…. at school he would start with three as well, We had fucked up….
What occurred next if having unfolded these days would have landed me in jail,underneath the jail in fact , I accidentally got caught with a weapon, after falling out of the bleachers after my hard shell Peavy electric guitar case almost fell off ,well I guess it did I was just attached to it. This puppy had double humbuckers , great action, and a tremolo system which included a tuning lock for which you needed a flat head screwdriver or an allen wrench to lock I had neither when I did have with a steak knife in a pocketful of Valiums remembering all that I hear on the loudspeaker the main gym teacher mr. Jones saying mr singletary are you okay? Oh yeah and like a hundred teenage kids f****** laughing cuz I just fell out the f****** bleachers one of them being another main character who is still around we will call her diamond as diamond and everybody else left stumble my way towards the gym teacher remembering I have narcotics in my pocket have no idea have a weapon on me I just wanted to show off my awesome guitar…he grabbed me by the arm and asked me if I had been drinking I responded I don't like alcohol. He's leading me to the office when I have no idea the police are they were always there but at the time I didn't give a f*** about the police not that I do now but it was definitely time to ditch the narcotics I understood that much I dropped them b****** out my pocket make bread crumbs in a fairytale rather this s*** was real the cop I ran into was real the search they performed on me was really real when my pops got there he was real mad first thing he said was I'm counting my valiums …. And why the f*** did you have a knife you know you're not allowed back on the property can you go to court…this my friends is just one true and verifiable story as all the unbelievable quite preposterous events unfold in this life imine if that's what you want to call it join me and this psychedelic schizophrenic quite psychopathical bad trip of a life I'm currently experiencing! Things had to get better tho ,you say? You ever take DMT and get and get stuck in a trip that last 10 years yet you're only ttippin for 5 minutes.its kind of been like that if that makes any sense …Here we go, I'm gonna put blame square where it belongs, uncover ancient ongoing conspiracy's that will probably get me killed we'll take a trip through the Richmond satanic death metal scene right into the alley next to the metro night club, injecting drugs of various colors and textures…. Explore how the glorification of criminal lifestyles, has affected the youth, Lord knows it affected mine! but don't fret that will help us explore the prison industrial complex slam from the inside a cell full of contraband because I f***** around and made a shity decision ,we'll talk about how I've been addicted to drugs since the government force me on them and 1989, so f*** around and get that popcorn cuz she just got real!
© Austin singletary
