May 12, 2010

32 is better than 23.

I met an angel this morning. He gave me some Vicodin. 32 tablets to be honest. I feel really safe now.

"Anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody's around - nobody big, I mean - except me. And I'm standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff - I mean if they're running and they don't look where they're going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That's all I do all day. I'd just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it's crazy, but that's the only thing I'd really like to be."
J.D. Salinger, The Cather in the Rye

1 comment:

Sarcastic Bastard said...

I don't get a buzz off Vicodin. Ain't that a damn shame?