tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-305771522011-08-24T14:12:20.180-07:00Caffiendhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15272953280406304447noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30577152.post-1151898960105478752006-07-02T20:29:00.000-07:002006-07-02T20:56:00.113-07:00Hi everyone, this is the Chronic Sisters. This is our first post. (Eh...as you can tell.)<br /><br />We were born in Michigan, and since the age of twelve, we have enjoyed expirimenting with different chemicals, to reach mental peaks unattainable through sobriety.<br /><br />We've decided to log our experiences to share with others interested but not sure how to go about reaching said peaks.<br /><br />There are two of us, and we are currently in hiding, after failing to show up for several court dates. I'm sure you can guess what the charges were.<br /><br />Throughout our years of experience, we have only openly shared these adventures with the following four people:<br />John Doe<br />James Doe<br />Jane Doe<br />Jenny Doe<br /><br />And of course Play Doe...<br />(bo-dum-cha)<br /><br />Of these four (ahem, 5) people,<br />three are dead and one is in jail.<br />The fifth is somewhere in a kindergardener's large intestine.<br /><br />So, in the interest of protecting ourselves, we'll each have an alias.<br /><br />By the way, neither of us is named Lucy.<br /><br /><strong>SuperWickedSpiderMonkey:</strong> At the tender age of three I began expirimenting with low grade amphetmine sneaking huge chugs of my workalohlic mother's black coffee. I found the lift invigorating, and the buzz was the high point of my three year of exsitance. I needed more and I needed it now. My father was seldom seen around the house as he was trucker and fancied a 15 dollar hookers company to my mothers. However his little yellow pills made up for his faternal absence. I stayed away from drugs, after a near caffiene over dose at four, until I was 12. My mother's long haired, gratful dead shirt sporting new "friend" left several dark green danishes on the table before going upstairs to "help my mother strech out for her run". I don't remember much after that besides a dog, a gymnist and Jesus playing the fiddle.<br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>WarmPrickly: </strong>As you can see, SuperWickedSpiderMonkey likes to go on...and on. And yes, I had to spell check it for her. Anyway, I lost my drug virginity quite a few years after her. At eight I started drinking Coca Colas 24/7, but I was drug free until twelve. To cut to the chase, I tried it, I loved it, and I haven't stopped since.<br /><br />Anyway, we hope our experiences help keep you safe and high, but mostly just high.<br /><br />:)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30577152-115189896010547875?l=lucidlucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Caffiendhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15272953280406304447noreply@blogger.com2