“Happy”
What is “happy”? Happiness isn’t real. It’s a freakin state of mind. It’s imaginary. See this? This right here….this bottle of beer….this is happiness. This is real. I can touch it, i can hold it, i can drink it. Just like drugs. Heroin is real. Speed is real. I can snort, inject, smoke, and shove it up my ass….like a suppository. Those are real too. These are happy. I love these…and they love me back.
“So when’d you start with the heroin?”
Eh…my girlfriend and i had a falling out. We got this bright idea to move back in together and eveything went to shit. She wont even let me see my daughter. I stopped doing it for a while for her. Women are bitches…what you listening to?
“Yes we are. Thank you for noticing. Luxt. Can you hook it up with an 8ball?”
If it makes you happy…