I woke up at 42 quit my job, left my wife and began to finally pursue my childhood dream of becoming the best drug addict that ever lived.
That morning I skipped breakfast and instead ate a lunch of cheese covered medical waste i found at 6am in the corner of the car park behind my grans house.
My parents told me to take a hit, my teachers told me to get on something harder, I didn't listen to either of them and instead read books and did my homework.
After lunch I ran all the way to the local pharmacy and bought several BLT meal deals.
I went to bed that night regretting it all. When did I become so dumb that I thought working hard and getting a proper job would be a better than wasting the divine on the dirty.
