Chemicals

It always seems like chemicals are the driving force of my day. I get up and drink a caffeine-containing beverage of some sort, like coffee or redbull. Then I get to work and drink chocolate-cherry-flavored Dr. Pepper until lunch. In between drinks, I devise plans on how I'm going to manipulate little collections of chemicals used to make drugs, in order to test their quality. Yay, then I leave work to head to a friends place, where we will enjoy a cigar and a stiff morgan-coke. Nicotine and alcohol rush into my brain, making me forget how troublesome the world is. I then usually retire to my square that I call my apartment, or "The Hill", which is short for Hillsboro Court. If I'm lucky, some of the chemicals that I was manipulating at work will get on my skin and somehow make their way into me and I'll therefore be forced to sleep like a little bitch until 6 am when I get up and do it all over again. Put a big smile on your face! You are also chemically dependent! And if you're not, you're probably not a real American. You lack what makes America great. The freedom to fuck up our bodies with dangerous chemicals with no immediate consequence. Have a chemically-influenced day!