Keeping you from wanting to perform a swan dive off a 30 story high rise
L.A. hipsters who find their faces less than 6 inches from a coffee table come sunrise. New York grab asses who have less self control then a World War 2 veteran who can't change his own collostomy bag. Middle class, teary eyed, white trash suburbanites who appear on Doperah Winfrey proclaiming their new found sobriety while their meth dealer lurks in the studio parking lot waiting to provide a quick fix after the show. Bridge and Tunnel sycaphantes with glow sticks in their mouth taking the x train straight to Crobar. People with shaky chin. The Legend of D/Y. Naysayers who jump on the dopamine bandwagon.
You'll enjoy anything if I am prevalant in your brain.
You won't want to hide in the back of a theatre and cry in the dark of the auditorium if I am your friend.
Without me television is a just a bunch of colors and sounds that don't have a chance of spiking your interest or making you laugh.
An after thought but come back another time.
Pablo Escobar. George Jung. Israeli ecstasy drug lords. Cooks in the Meth kitchen. Crack dealers standing on the corner of their project playground at 6 am. Paxil. Zoloft. Wellbutrin. Lexapro. Prozac.