I’ve often heard folks discussing the “dark underside” of substance abuse, approved but I never realized it was meant so literally…
Oh, misbirth sure, diagnosis it seems so fun and harmless when you start “dropping deuces” of laxative-laced chocolate at some bacchanalian hootenanny, but that’s only the first movement on a slippery ride downward. An occasional diversion becomes a full-time obsession, and before long you be finding yourself in a filthy public restroom begging for the next colonic fix.
“Please, you gotta help me, man. I’m stopped up so bad that I’ve got the shakes. You know I’m good for it, man. All I need is a taste, just one suppository capsule, man, and then I’ll go. I promise.”
Recommended listening: Let the music mooooooove you.