I don't believe I've ever taken Suboxone -- unlike an AWFUL HEROIN JUNKIE -- here at "Averte" where they FAKED IT or something!

To you who yes- you don’t know what you’ve been missing—are you listening?

Readers who they stare on-screen, and looking lean with plentiful fitness endured...

Because the Fats (and the Blacks) are not welcome here where I care about what whites not only, welcome to read my prose/poetry when the African countries give me no hits a.k.a. views of my writing all nighting and images galore, seeking seether—seams AMD processors seemingly awake that my friend had it with $CAKE (hi Bruce, my slim infatuation with Dubai) in hotels so big, blindly awake, that $CAKE “going the distance” and “going for spam English ham” when have or have not, I have no “Grand Plot” to soak up the sun, having fun, and UV-baking, eating bacon, someone?

Not me, not to the dotted “i” when I see what I despise, the faked pills I’ve not taken, Suboxone, WHAT THE HELL IS THIS? They haven’t given a urinary sample in 2+ years, now putting-in some fear as to the such and duck of the fucks—corrupt individuals trying to take me down, me and my frown 😡

I DON’T DRINK ALCOHOL OR DO ANY DRUGS!

WHY DOES A PAPER SAY I HAVE “SUBOXONE” IN MY SYSTEM??????

Surely faked by this motherfucking place- a hospital/home I have an Apartment at—not just a room—the maid left her broom near my slider door!

This opiate on their paperwork, I don’t want them to “FAKE SHIT” in my name, my records and my being toyed with—I won’t have it anymore!

Aunt Donna Donohue, it’s you... who I look up to... and Dad too... and I want the “FAKED PAPERWORK” and my Mother's wine well someone tell her to PUT A CORK IN IT !!!!!

There’s a hole in my bucket, my bucket, my bucket...

What a way, with a ways to come and put on (take off) a Top, blinging while I’m singing and swinging with what a-ways along the clutched dollars in my pocket

Clutch bag sifted lingo jugged jingling of utmost bragging, while ragging on a Ranger bass-boat, to stay afloat- feeling bloated, yes while Boating—pulling and pushing the Oars—muscle madness implored—and with the fishing lures, all for Laughing Laurie and I—keep me away from “That Thing” with a hole in my protrusion of facial pock-marks get those unsightly zits—oh this is it!

Faggot fits a fist—all the way to the wristed dirtiness—what a mess of meandering digital widgets—he gets what he gets from all the boys, butt absurd, surely playing them as gay you and your “toys”—the faggots, I’m annoyed—differed from homosexual deterrence—EXIT ONLY!—I was boned, yeah me in 2001/2002 one night, of such immense FRIGHT—and then showered off, John Deedy, I SCOFF a dirty look at that dirty man—my excrement on his hand—I couldn’t stand the sight, all night while Alex’s only few words, “I’m in Heaven.”—what a bodybuilder/druggie loser, and at his own P.O. Box to receive the deplorable orders of Adderall and GHB as well as opiate painkillers like Tylenol 3 and Vicodin, perhaps a Percocet or two—but never for me, they were HIS—and that’s who. . . they effected, him 20 years old, Cialis (Tadalafil) from Mexico and Metformin, 3x a day a multivitamin

What other but one more tried ’n’ true spot about you, to be covered in Frag-ments (177-191) to keep me young, inserting a $PUSSY into my tongue, my mouth gone down South along the Arctic Hemisphere—“That thing got a HEMI?” the car guys knows and they goes-  speeding and weaving when in a race, or the blues litten up, for a Chase (!!!) along the straightest of lines, Mom drinks fine wine, but not my Dad, and I without the liquor, I’m so GLAD, not to be a junkie (like Peter here an awful druggie recovered) when “This is your brain. And this is your brain “on drugs.”—Mom and Dad, I love your so-tight HUGS!

Nearest negroes and Quiet queers, they're no match for my John Deere's! ㋡

How and albeit the weather, storming, that those forlorn’ing are Collegiate (WSU) classes mating with the inept who’re bereft of great grades of me, as I, having dated a Ph. D. professor with a long while of kissing and heavy petting, but with no digits INSERTED to we exchanged phone numbers—then later waking her up—I told her to subscribe to the W. Streets Journals of me having said, “I’ll pay the bill.” I will order it at while while William Mahoney my financial Manager, of like Jesus Christ, born in a Manger, thirstily singing and banging the pots ’n’ pans with what but a livelong, LIVESTRONG — a couple days ago I took my yellow bracelets off — Hassle to “The Hoff” with hooves and a Hoover, said, “whoa” it’s Joe Blow and the candles on the cake to go OUT and side of nearly “outside” with my John Deere stocks amounting to a little baby deere sipping water from a Stanley Steamers crochet and croquet Tour’ney to heed the heavily hefty heathens and/or to implore the loving of Heather’s head the brownish hair—I care about the tally whacked at a party with Grey Goose I’m SOBER 2016+ no sips in a few years, hear! hear! that means no sips in a few years, yeah been years since I’ve talked about a “buzz” or bust a negroe who relishes in the well-fair, but only a little, that I support healthy food for healthy people slimming down with exercise, showing some saline in the eyes, my vision with glasses and double double vision. vision.

Arisen, the Christ Figure, I know about “Parthenogenesis” before and after Jesus—I don’t believe in miracles, and Jesus, well:  I believe in God (but not a simple human being “God”) J.C. was a fraud—many women have become mothers without any of a man’s umm, come?

Can I freely voice these things I care, I do, really about the Misses...

I’ll get them next time! 👻

Dullard Willard-ly

Up and Stepping to who but Nate Stebbins- the worker at my Dad’s company and then unto now Google or Facebook with a fish who’s been hooked lastly, Wayne Marquis, my Dad, he comes in first and never lastly- him happy to be of joyous millions USD in the Treasury of my “Trust Fund”—hiding my fund of millions USD, Dullard Willard-ly when I crease the yeast of what amounted—I mounted a Mountain—of jokes... to stay chilled find it—fine and right with what amounts to Bills to be paid, Mista Mista—Ferrari Pista when I choose not to eat passed the pasta of yesteryear—this prior to my great weight, as per Low-Carb with the cards all shuffled in the Bicycle Deck—never eaten a SLIM-JIM of what could be a Docie Dough in a draught lifted right and aways to Willardly Ways of Wayne “Marching” Marquis—to be eaten so scrumptuous seeking such, a formal refinement—Mom’s nightly and single glass of her whiney wine-time to toss up the fluke, me unknown Lukey-Who, came to roost with Turbo “Boost” when what CoVid-19 leaks out the spinners

Obscene!

But times change and rhyming to do, filling LCD-screens... non-chalant but chanting the spare pocket-change giving to the given bookstore browser, all in an effort to stay silly with the Dullard enchanted, exchanging Bitcoins for a hefty sum of what happens along the ways of “A Will” I wrote up in 2013 or 2014—millionaire next-door!

I love you Dad, and I love you Mom! 💁

Piled up Picks of Garish Substinance Sustained

Sitting stable upon the upper-crust of a blank and thanked, “a Turn-Table” of DJ type of hush when fingering the slushy when the upper-crust is where to be, so richly, the Top Ten Percent always, discriminately when Descriptions deep in a heap of filed pages of paperwork, a day and at the end we eat with a Fork and Staples of Maple’s being Maybelline make-up’s to take what fuss of a bust—search ’n’ seizure—where now I’d like to say, I had 2 documented Seizures when I was in the I.C.U.—but that’s all through and all-throughout the Field & Stream, thee leaf’s are green and for all to see of course- through me! 👀

They steal from me here at "Averte" and my enemies caused my www.wrxtbi.com great injuries!

Big Bill assigned a Scripture, and this “Billy” took out his phone, read the news, then took a Picture of a pleasant producer of The Man, the “Presenter” of a Nation, anomalous, cantankerous, flabbergasted much, that, and “such” a “crutches” eaten for lunches along the esplanade

GET OFF MY PLANE!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g69xyM6Ufuo

When what pee-pee ($PEPE) stains the sidewalls of what being on the entire walls of four tires, gripping, a slave massa’s whipping, with the whip of Cream seen in supermarkets, call it obscene- behind the scenes footage on the movie-rack and have an IrancrosscountryatSaintJohn’sHighSchool, me not a fool, savory salami Salvation is cool

DD: “The Coolata” southern sun when I felt the protrusion in my buns, me the raped victim of a teacher ’n’ drugs S&M Catholic SJ teacher, mister, and Minister- I know how to reach my #1 favorite Spiritual Lady, the “Hannah House” keyboard and mouse, or a Guinea Pig- wrapped in a blanket, and for dinner earlier with no Cavatappi Pasta I AM LOW-CARB FOR MANY YEARS, SOBER FOR SINCE 2016!

Clubbing at the Pub’s along the Public Drag of a Butt

Ain’t that a big booty on the cutie, Britney Sheers with her drinking light beers, with me giving it Jeers and once having given my addiction to the liquor inebriated- man stated, of the U.S. residing in New England with no desert-sand, hourglass sifting through fingers, on my right hand, and then you’re stricken to the utmost degree, by any decree—the oft of me—to the aft—make it a Pabst!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=snhiofL2Rh4

One more time- just once more, now I feel it in my bones, and I miss being at home with my Mom and Dad—a little sad to sit and drift the sifted sand, call it Eminem’s “Stan”—when of once the bunches of lunch-lady liquored, amounts to something, squeaky clean and fine, Colossus me, I want to be, wish I were—with HER and none other the Justine Aragona—she will hopefully never be a mother—oh geez, her on her knees when what we bake bread—MMJ of her’s to get slizzured in the red—I’ll J.O. instead as per what I am fully able to do—Peter, you too! ;)

To: Rev. Anne Skinner (of Niagara Falls) known her since 2005 when me, I, me "Recovering from TBI"

Anne you know I love Facebook -- I have Invested and I knew a Developer in 2005 when they bought a house in California -- plus seeing The Social Network in theaters 2.5 times that I paid for 3 tickets to the great movie, then buying the Blu-ray -- I have a PS4 with some games at home in Charlton, MA not here at "Averte" -- the games were way, way too complicated with my TBI and I hate the complexity -- HOW ABOUT MARIO BROTHERS AND RACING GAMES! -- I miss those, that the 1 game I liked was a racing game

BUT ANYWAYS, I found Angel McAulriff who led me to you, always been one of my very, very few "friends" -- Elon Musk told me on the 40+ minute phonecall in 2005, "I can be your best friend every day if you want!" then I said, what about you? And then he said, "I already have a best friend." -- and I wonder who his best friend is -- he wouldn't tell me but he said he was a Banker

I want Angel to do well in her life and maybe get Invisi-line dental because her teeth stuck out, and you said, "No Angel has great teeth" to which I said I'm a millionaire and I wanted to buy her braces -- I remember very well, I said on my first or second phonecall to you -- THAT WOULDN'T IT WORK OUT THAT WAY:

1. Listen to "Angel" by Aerosmith and "come and save me tooooo-night!"

2. Type in "Angel" on Facebook to see the photos and info

3. notice a Christian Church association, being that I went to a Catholic High School, Saint John's in Shrewsbury, MA

4. Add that "Angel"

5. First words, "Wow it's a Miracle! Who's the leader at your Church???"

And I sent you $20 in the mail, waited a couple days and gave you a call, excited to visit Niagara Falls -- but you didn't get the money yet -- I swore to you I sent it, and I was happy Recovering -- you didn't understand TBI and probably still don't, but my writing is my biggest TaLenT lol "talent" -- as evidence, I don't understand the PS4 I got for Christmas a few years ago and all I have watched in the past couple years is Fox News, and the 2 solid years before that I watched CNN 95% of the time, why? well I want to know about how I changed the world with my legitimate "Propheting" like the Pandemic -- I picked the name CoVid-19 -- I emailed China and labs there -- I also got in with Bitcoin in 2005 -- a lot of other things have happened to let me know "I'm Spiritually IN-TUNE" half of my brain died and well it recovered some, but MY GENERAL ABILITIES RANKED 4/15 "Glasgow Coma Scale"

I value my life. I value my $1M+ in TD Bank. I value the relationships running strong with my Mom, my Dad, and my Aunt Donna Donohue. I value Justine Aragona! 

Anne, you're one of my few friends... because of my TBI and double-vision I had 2 surgeries on my eyes and I still wear glasses, BEST OF ALL: I'M SOBER 2016! RARELY GETTING "HIGH" I MISS DEARLY!

So I pray to go to Heaven, and I pray to God and Allah -- the two of them are working together -- yes I put my knowledge and reading of The Qur'an -- one of the several books that have changed my life, "Dear Mr. Henshaw", "A Bridge to Tarabethia", "Fight Club", and "The Qur'an" -- the Bible doesn't offer me any "reward" and frankly, the Bible offers me nothing ASIDE FROM THE SIMPLE, SIMPLE "Psalms" -- I want you to read a Surrah (chapter) of The Qur'an maybe "Luqman" that has the line, "We have commanded people to be good to their parents. Their mothers weaned them."

my parents and  Aunt Donna Donohue  you too, Anne! 

So and so, I'm hoping to buy a small mansion in the same town as my Mom and Dad, purchase a Tesla -- I told my older "Cuz" to put down $50,000 on a Tesla Roadster (250+ MPH WOW!) -- so I'd have a house and a car -- continuing with MY SOBRIETY and Low-Carb Dieting -- and using MMJ I have 2 expired cards for but not having gotten high off of THC in over 1 year... so umm the people here are mad that I've written so much to you, me the man who's interested in Islam, The Qur'an and what they think about the Afterlife -- "heaven/hell" that's their first belief that I think maybe I died in 2004 wrxtbi.com . . . "An Intermediary State" I'm not too sure about what that entails . . . "A 'Sleep' before 'A Great Awakening'" those are the 3 Islamic beliefs of the Afterlife, that I don't believe people only go to Heaven because I'm quite sure there's a fine combination of Islam's "heaven/hell" -- I told you, I'm not bitter at all, especially with you, Anne, but there's a line in Vanilla Sky the Tom Cruise movie, "The Sweet Ain't So Sweet Without The Bitter" up's and down's in life, in marriage, in friendships LIKE IT'S ALL A HOLY WAVELENGTH!

I encourage you to research The Qur'an and keep in mind, there's the truly Holy figure, Allah, but you'll probably keep worshipping Jesus Christ -- I'm immune to him because I suffered in His place for months, that I'm still suffering from a TBI and near-death injuries, I'm suffering now with double vision and poor speech you don't notice -- everyone who knew me sees me as a fragment, a fragment or a "shard" of the able-bodied drinker until 2004 on November 2nd, when a group of hateful people actually tried to have me get so drunk -- their orders -- they knew the jerk lineage from my Mom, she drinks a glass of wine every single night, her family is a hunk of junk and trash and garbage, heroin, lesbianism -- BUT DAN AND MATT TURNED OUT OKAY! they're normal and not like the junk family of a heroin/drunk P.-family

Anne I'm not sure what to do but I love Facebook and Low-Carb Dieting, I'm a quick typist and I like how I have an extra few seconds to plan my next line of text, unlike my Speech -- you don't notice because you didn't know me until 2005 when I sought help from your "Hannah HOUSE" Church -- I want to buy a house near my parents, I can easily afford any house on their street! -- I want to talk to Elon Musk or Bruce Fenton again, it's been such a long time since I've heard them on the phone, which reminds me, we haven't spoken on the phone in a while and I should give you a call in the near future -- I paid to see the movie by Pixar "Up" twice in theaters that was a sweet story of a couple I remember a man with a grey beard and a wife with grey hair, but that's all I can remember, maybe something with a hot-air balloon? I'm not sure, but the sentiments it conveyed were very heart-warming, like "A Bridge to Tarabethia" -- the book, and "Dear Mr. Henshaw" the book, The Qur'an is more than a book, like Islam -- it's A Way of Life. Cheers to Allah, Jeers to Jesus Christ, and I'm not sure about Jehovah -- you see, I had intimacy with Peter L Sargent in a dark parking lot -- he's a sinner according to his JW church and he hates me now, he had a homosexual experience with me that, to me, it was no big deal and I really, really needed him to "Take Me Higher" (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DhAFbwoaH7o)

He lies about what happened, and he doesn't include me with JW "Meetings" on Zoom I would attend religiously -- Jehovah (Jah) is barely in the Bible -- GOD BLESS THIS GREAT NATION OF OURS!  USA #1

Be More — Borrowed Bottled 1% Milk at The Soup Kitchen

That would be a bench and a smitten kitten of playtime antics, that mouse, click it on a strong string of complexities with big boobs on my old 'n' absent phpBB “The Poetic Voice”

I’m alive and when I thrive, well I call that last itty-bitty Bit(coin) to when what’s “IT” ???  I know and I’ve survived (www.wrxtbi.com) of days and nights coming willfully quick, wouldn’t you know, and happily?  The frenzy of residents, and here, at “Averte” with massive monetary amounts—that’s what counts!—the rolling bills in the rolling hills of when to ROFL and when, then, to maybe sit still—picked up off the floor—pleasantries, bring them on, whilst mowing the grass—later a dainty Daisy finds its hooves dug deep, within to seep up the withered what-not of Kuwaiti’s water, slushed in a ritzy way of a manner—clattered and panting Pro-V shampoo—doodle who?—I want you, my readers, to know this right here: I watch you and I watch your hits, Gillette arm-pits, their deodorant and decantered Absence of the forward Fix, remember Uncle Mick! now deceased and Arisen like the sun one day, with my knowing, my Aunt Donna Donohue has a legitimate SAY in where I STAY when what I have in my DAY!

They steal from me here at "Averte" and I want to come home to Charlton, MA and buy a Tesla and a nice house that's near my Mom 'n' Dad, with my having HAD... a marriage to Justine Aragona! =)

Kind to be of the Time

The unbecoming ring of a Glory singing the sensical Precious Princess with Zest soap afloat in the market of super and spectacular spectacle of a man with pockets that jangle, at and coming from all angles, carrying gold and platinum Sheened Shining brightly at the supper / dinner time ‘o’ day or maybe at night when spiffing with delight the more, she implored, and with what SINGING the world is bringing pests- aside, and them declined, their population size, of an imagination in a camera-shot with a flickered “Flash” of when a moment so aft

The ways was the ways with Timberlands in a Haze of what greenish smoke emanated, entirely, I’m tired, but I’m not too tired to bicker pick a boogie while playing a board game, of, well, how about the Checkered Checkers flag at Formula One quickened race where, oh where were we, oh yes—I’ll take the check HUN!

I drank the Holy Water — Blessed in Kuwait — So I was satisfied and they put my American copy of The Qur’an back on my table, here at “Averte” where they’re always able to come into my Apartment

SOBER 2016, NO MMJ!

To: Jerry Isaac

I had lived near Worcester, MA most of my life and I went to Saint John's High School, 45 minutes away, graduating, and then off college att NEU where I was inept with programming, blown away by what they were teaching -- plus I had destructive Panic-Attacks that I needed to get on a Benzodiazepine from a Dr. R. who had a Therapist I saw a couple times in 2001, but the "Klonopin" well it worked and I thought it was entertaining, but then in 2004 on November 2nd, I had my www.wrxtbi.com and wow we have 147 friends in common!

Here's me in a shirt I bought in 2005 or early 2006:

"Addicted To [ FACEBOOK ]" that well I made that NEU Computer Science Degree into a QCC one, and on, continuing my CS Major at WSU -- it was too hard there and I began drinking alcohol which is a very bad habit and it runs in my Mom's side of the family!

Anyways I am Disabled and Handicapped with a TBI and very few friends, that I'm a little slower and uncool since I've had my Traumatic Brain Injury -- with a full month in the I.C.U. and 2.5 months at a Fairlawn Rehabilitation Hospital, a very severe injury, shattered left hip in 7 pieces too, so that's made better with a .5" lift in my left shoe

I had my greatest lover ever in 2009-2013 who SHE HAD A TBI TOO! a little more severe than my own, so she couldn't drive -- like I drove her around every day we would eat at restaurants and go to the mall, so I miss that Justine A. and I want to marry her BUT NOT HAVE ANY OFFSPRING! I'm too brain-injured to be a father and I have never wanted to be a dad because of this: My Dad is a millionaire many times over, the Owner/President of a plastics/polymers company I worked for -- but me now, since my TBI, I'm a writer -- I write better than I speak because I injured my brain and I'm not as "quick" with speech, so I do a lot of creative thinking before I write on my www.jeffreymarquis.com or http://alwayschillen.blogspot.com -- those are my frequently updated blogs -- me also running not 1 and not 2, but THREE OF MY OWN DOT-COM'S -- www.wrxtbi.com and www.alwayschillen.com plus that jeffreymarquis.com I have chosen the Major of "English w/ Conc. in WRITING" but I absolutely hate reading, it's so boring, and I would rather, by a great extent, to be WRITING

We've been friends, and I've always enjoyed your AMERICAN FLAG in your picture, which I plan on giving my USA government most of my Bitcoin, etc. "crypto-currencies" from 2013 or 2014 when I went big in predicting what would be worth the most -- like I predicted the China-Virus, emailing them to name their viruses with certain things, Co=company, Vid=BitTorrent, 19=teen and because I was reading about viruses on what, umm, time.com or something, well in 2005 I clipped out a short article about Pandemics, that there hadn't been one in my lifetime -- I clipped it out and showed my Minister, who, I don't know but I prayed for there to be a clean and virus-free world where I could flourish -- so I emailed the Chinese lab I found HERE ON FACEBOOK -- I knew 3 weeks early they were changing their name to "Meta" -- I knew a Facebook Developer when they were operating out of a house in California, told him to tell Mark I said hi and that I've run dot-com's for years in the past, before Facebook

Lastly I want to tell you how valuable it was to have my own dot-com that has impressed many people, like when seeing I ran a dot-com for years, I made an impression upon none other than Elon Musk I TALKED TO HIM FOR 40+ MINUTES IN 2005! He liked how I went to Space Camp and he was very concerned and worried about my brain, I take some anti-seizure medications -- I found Elon when I got the first letters of "ELONGATE" and I wanted to buy my Mom Musk perfume, he inspired, but the "elongate" I wanted to make my arms and legs bigger with GHRP-6, Hexarelin, CJC-1295, etc. -- me the GNC Asst. Manager PRE-INJURY

I talked to a man who ran for Senator of NH for many hours, and I talked to the MyPillow inventor Mike Lindell, etc. other millionaires in 2005 when NASDAQ: FB was brand new 

My parents are so wealthy and healthy!

I have very few friends and I live at "Averte" in New England without my car that well if you want to read about my injuries and see the totaled Subaru WRX -- I slipped on wet leaves going too fast -- there's a whole bunch of events that happened near and on, like DURING, the day November 2, 2004 when people planned out "Their Plan" https://jeffreymarquis.com/2019/10/15/1517/ I DUMPED OUT ALL OF THE ALCOHOL IN MY HOUSE, AND MY EX-LOVER TOLD ME SHE'D BREAK UP WITH ME IF I STOPPED DRINKING! well she was involved and some bad jerks who threatened me with hateful wishes, "Their Plan"-ned actions that day

They all threatened me with rape and they teased me about how I was sexually abused and raped by my Catholic Saint John's teacher -- he's been fired from SJ -- but somehow he teaches at SPM another Catholic school in Worcester, MA, when one night in the winter, he got a very hard drug he knew that a friend and I would become horny with his "speed" drug that was my one experience with a "bad" drug -- and now I don't have anything but CBD gummies -- MMJ approval 2016! -- I can't have it here where I have my own apartment and they cook and clean and give me my many medications, here

I am a TaLenTed WRITER -- A- Poetry II, B+/A- "Creative Writing" B+ Health I, etc. and a solid "A" in Psychology I -- when I went on a date with the Ph. D. Instructor -- haha we split the bill, she was surprised

I've watched 98%  24/7 News channels for the past 4 years and I'm big on the news -- why do I watch the news? BECAUSE I LOVE NEW THINGS! -- well the virus I maybe"named was big, and then with Trump on Fox News, now the possibility of things developing with Russia, China, etc.

Take a look at my wealth of not only "crypto" but these Stocks I hopefully still have through Daniel B. my older cousin in CT who won't talk to me or return my email for years now -- I'm great with investing: https://seekingalpha.com/account/portfolio/summary...

and so many of these: https://www.coindesk.com/data/

I've had those since 2013 or 2014 and I QUIT ALL DRINKING ALCHOL IN 2016! 😇

I love my Justine Aragona 💖

And BECAUSE WE BOTH HAVE TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURIES ***** THAT WEREN'T OUR FAULTS ***** I was able to reach through God's real "Illusion" like a Hologram of His humanly form, really I looked into His appearance "The Creator" "The Father" of His universe -- I reached beyond Him -- He is a real Hologram, and I was able to reach through Him, in front of Him -- and where only stars exist, nothing exciting, like getting through the Big Bang -- oh that was really something!

NO DRUGS INVOLVED!

It was purely our deep LOVE and us being paid back from when these people caused our horrible injuries!