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I just remembered this one fucked up thing from my life. Back when I lived in Boston, in my shitty ass ghetto apt. I was working at the downtown Borders store. The place hired this new guy and his name was Chris Pysher but we all ended up calling him Crispy. The dude was a total heroin addict. I remember inviting him to one of my parties not knowing he was cracked out and the night of the party he took like 10 pills (plus a whole lot more) and spent the whole night passing in and out of conciousness. I think my friend ended up pushing him down the stairs to get him out of my place. Either way, the next day he had cig burns between each and every finger- cause he just kept lighting them and passing out till they burned him. So remember people, if you are ever on the brink of an OD, just light a cig and hold on- when that shit burns you, you'll come around.

Wow, that was a pointless story. Sorry 'bout that. Sometimes I just get a little remenisent of my days 'living in the ghetto' - Those were interesting times. It also kinda sucked. Made me move out here, couldn't have been that great.