Head rush and the man on ADHD amphetamine using his stuff, snorting a bluff, when once is enough, or twice for me, that when I would see, and saw it all, but I frozen still and falling down backwards on my head, a swollen spot—I said, “I need to see a Doc!”

Mr. Deedy replied in a frenzy, “We can’t go to the doctors!” when the sun was risen, after unprotected intercourse with, but of course- and all night long, soaking up all of the straight, and only straight, pornography, that, I could SEE!

And to a special few who knew, through and through, well thanks, no pain, no handshakes, no spanking me!

SOBER SINCE 2016! NO MORE MMJ! NO BODYBUILDING!