Fuck, I called the VA hotline and they told me I seriously need to get some mental assistance. Not sure how to explain it to people without them calling 911. It's like as if someone is in my room and we are having a real conversation. Yeah, I know, sick right? This mysterious Magic Man sits down, drinks my wine, we have a great time. I know I'm smoking some damn good PTSD grade pot, well, could be something mixed in with it. I know, I'll advertise it as the ultimate drug of all drugs. Shit, I'm going to be rich. Mr. Gates, step aside!!!
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