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Why the chipmunk conglomerate you ask?

The chipmunks were the nuts I smoked crack with.
The one’s that used to take their rocks and put them in there mouth “like chipmunks” and ask me for more.

THIS DROVE ME CRAZY!!!

I am such an idiot! I did the same thing over and over and always thought that it would be different. Sounds crazy, doesn’t it? Well at the time I figured getting high with someone that’s stealing shit that I’m giving them for free was better then getting high alone.

I was wrong about that too.
They really did drive me nuts

It made a lot more sense to me after I started to learn about the things I was doing to myself when I was using. Crack Cocaine is the only drug known to man that can make a mother forget she had children.

WOW… that really messed me up, but then it all started to make sense. I would tell these girls they don’t have to hide the shit in their mouth, its free and your going to smoke all night and you will be doing the same amount as me.

BUT NO …..I was talking to myself.

The reason they would flip out when I tell them they were chipmunking was they really didn’t even know they were doing it. I was also to blame. I was so wacked out that I was doing hits that your average crackhead would get 3 or 4 nice hits from.

Thinking about this time in my life is sad.

I remember my friend Scotty, he was a chipmunk too. I remember Scotty taking a hit in the head with a baseball bat for me and the next day he was chipmunking hits looking straight at me, swearing he wasn’t.

The funny thing is I know he was and he really had no idea what he was doing.

I think I’m starting to see why recovery fucks with people when they go back out. How could I every in my right mind smoke crack when I know that the bell ringing is just me having a mini stroke.
Just knowing that the whole chipmunk conglomerate really have no clue of what they were doing.
Or did they?

The moral is I can’t change were I was, but I do control were I’m going.

Thank God