After years of wondering why anyone would be angry at me for getting high on meth, I just realized how remiss I had been: I was supposed to go out and meet my aspiring tormentors while wearing sackcloth and a beatific look on my face. I completely failed them and myself, and I'm so ashamed. Not only were they angry, they were probably also terribly sad and crestfallen. I wonder if I can ever make it up to them...
It's really true what they say -- drugs will ruin your life. They certainly put a kink or two in my planned martyrdom. Sorry Opus Dei! I'll do what I can to make amends...
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