Hey. I got your message. My mobile has been turned off for the time being so I can't call you. I should be home this evening, coughing the remains of my lungs into a bed side bucket.
You know I love my stimulants, but this is the reason I am too afraid to even try coke. I don't trust my body. I am still trying to adjust to living without ephedra. If I put my nose in a pile, I might as well be putting my mouth on a cock. You have the exclusive right to smack the shit out of me if I start to dabble. Thanks for look'n out.