In my previously recorded bartard story, I dookied in a file cabinet. I don't know if this one tops it, but no way would I have done this if I wasn't high.

I got a script for .5mg k-pins. They don't hit like xanax, but this time was different. I've discovered if I don't take any for a few days, then take 3, I get a good hit. I was talking to everyone at work, even people I don't like. I felt social. I was upset for failing a test, but got over the hurt, thought outside my conscious realm and came up with a solution.

But, my work was coming to an end, and I had no one to hang out with. My boy had work, my friend/acquaintance was politely dodging me, my girl was still at work. What better way to fill a painful, benzo-fueled void than shop.

I started browsing FB marketplace and found a set of 150 db's for sale. They're my favorite brand, I just read this DB Find. Why not drive 4 hours to get a set of heavy ass weights? It seems like a war crime not to and the benzos make a 4 hour drive feel like 2 with some good music playing.

I'm real friendly when I am on these. I had driven my old truck to work, thought about going home for my good one, but the benzos were like fuck it, take the old truck. I repaired its electrical problem in the parking lot, got a monster, then drove to OK and picked these bitches up. Guy talked me into buying a power tower as well.

Win win! I came up with a solution to pass a test I failed and scored a set of dumbbells. I had actually been looking for these for a while

(evidence, i read rules, doesn't seem inappropriate)
https://imgur.com/WcvhkSW