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It was all Ballocks. — Borstal Boy by Brendan Behan
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Just finished reading Cash: The Autobiography by Johnny Cash. It was interesting. I don’t think I would put up with so much god-y sort of talk from anyone other than Johnny Cash. Although I was very amused by the way the book kept flipping back and forth. Like one paragraph he would rant on about drugs and how great they were.
Oh man, I fucking love drugs, like seriously guys, drugs. Fucking drugs. Handfuls of amphetamines and shit. Go do them, they are the best thing ever!
And then literally like the next paragraph, like he just remembered oh shit I shouldn’t say things like that, he’d be all No no no, drugs are bad mmkay? Jesus says drugs are bad mmkay. So don’t do drugs mmkay? God doesn’t want to do drugs.
But then he’d go right back to saying how great they were. I was very entertained.


