Ode to Clonipin

ah, clonipin. You save me when there's no money for pot. Clonipin makes everything seem al-riiiight. Thank God for my girlfrind The Pharmacist. She is so generous with my refills. 1 and 3/4s tonight and I feel fine!

Major shit happening with the rarely mentioned custody battle. Let's just say that The Douchebag is a fucking idiot, not to mention a pathetic excuse for a mother. She's losing her kid to us, no bout a doubt it. Once all this shit is over (court trial in February), I'll go into more detail. Until then, I must watch what I write about it, just as a safety precaution.

Okay. Clonipin says it's time for nun-nights. Hub's warming up the bed.

Adios, muchachas y muchachos.

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