As your attorny, i advise you…

To ignore the white line.
The dreaded white line that more or less lingers consistently before my eyes.
I told him i didnt want it around. that i CANT have it around. he didnt heed my warning (story, experience..what have you) Shrugged off the fact that the last time id crossed the white line i spent the sunrise staring deep into the Mississippi, wondering how long it would take the brown muck to collapse my lungs…So, you see, i cant…i cant die (least not that way)..

But how to convince him? The pill popping, speed using, drug addicted man that i trusted my life with more than 6 times..

on another note:
Ive quit the fags..smokes..beautifully created relief in the form of a white tube stuffed with goodness. Not going to lie-its on my mind. heavily at that..but my allergies are god awful (barely allowing oxygen through, much less the other toxins ive come to enjoy.) so i havnt had a smoke in well over 35 hours.. (36 hours and 32 minutes, but whose counting?) i havent eaten even longer.. the back of my throat is swollen to the point of major discomfort (hence me up while the house sleeps. i felt bad keepin him up with my sniffles and coughs and struggles for breath..)

…Fuckin white rabbit…