Stickshifts, safetybelts... Bucket seats they've all got to go
Soma back in the hizzy. My MRI came back, messy. Degenerative disk disease like everyone else and a few bulges but nothing worth operating on. Which is a good thing but so much for the quick fix. Back to the horse tranquilizers for the pain. The effexor is out of the way, wasn't that. Nothing to operate on. I'm placing all my chips on the double zero - I need to lose weight. I'm going to take this plane straight down with a medical liquid supervised diet.
That's all that's left my good friends, all that's left between me and painkillers until my sanity flickers out to darkness.
God, each Soma is like a six pack sans calories and piss.
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