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newbiewebmistress · 02-17-2003, 09:25 PM

Hi I found this online a while ago and saved it.

NWM

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Help Me Smoke Weed

My name is Alex and 2 years ago, I was in a car accident. I came out okay physically but I can't get it out of my head. The doctor says that I am mentally disturbed. He told me to rest for a month and attend some Accident Victim courses and I should be good as new. I did that but when I got there, I met all of these happy people, they all seemed to be cured, but they came back just to enjoy it, they told me. I wished I could get that happy. For 2 weeks I went there and got angrier, seeing them all so happy. Finally one day, I stood up at the meeting and screamed aloud WHY IS EVERYONE SO FUCKIN HAPPY! The room went silent and with that the groups counselor stood up and pulled a present from behind him.
It was small and in his hand. I knew what it was. I took it in my hand and he handed me a lighter, saying Be peaceful child, all your troubles will be erased. I lit the joint and smoked. Suddenly I felt wonderful and powerful. From that day on, I looked forward to coming to the daily meetings and I was quite happy to be receiving free weed everyday. One day I showed up and no one was there. I searched the entire building, secretly hoping to find some stashed weed somewhere. I figured we weren't supposed to meet that night, so I left. As I was leaving Melissa came into the building. She had tears in her eyes. She hugged me and told me that there was an accident. Our counselor had been shot at in a drug war. But, that was not how he died. He was speeding away and got into an accident, thus taking his life. The very thing that he saved us from was what took his life. I couldn't help but cry. He was such an honest, good man. I took Melissas hand and promised that I would not let his death be in vain. I promised that I would not let the group die. There is a problem. I don't have much money left from the weekly contributions I gave to support the group and I quit my job to be an active member of this group. We cannot survive. That is why I am asking for your help. Please if you have a heart, donate it to this cause. Please help this group stay strong by sending any amount of money through Paypal to [email protected] . If you would like to donate contributions of weed in small or large part please email me for our mailing address. Sorry we are not accepting new applicants for the group.

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02-17-2003, 09:25 PM
newbiewebmistress Confirmed User Join Date: Jan 2003 Posts: 162	Hi I found this online a while ago and saved it. NWM ------------------- Help Me Smoke Weed My name is Alex and 2 years ago, I was in a car accident. I came out okay physically but I can't get it out of my head. The doctor says that I am mentally disturbed. He told me to rest for a month and attend some Accident Victim courses and I should be good as new. I did that but when I got there, I met all of these happy people, they all seemed to be cured, but they came back just to enjoy it, they told me. I wished I could get that happy. For 2 weeks I went there and got angrier, seeing them all so happy. Finally one day, I stood up at the meeting and screamed aloud WHY IS EVERYONE SO FUCKIN HAPPY! The room went silent and with that the groups counselor stood up and pulled a present from behind him. It was small and in his hand. I knew what it was. I took it in my hand and he handed me a lighter, saying Be peaceful child, all your troubles will be erased. I lit the joint and smoked. Suddenly I felt wonderful and powerful. From that day on, I looked forward to coming to the daily meetings and I was quite happy to be receiving free weed everyday. One day I showed up and no one was there. I searched the entire building, secretly hoping to find some stashed weed somewhere. I figured we weren't supposed to meet that night, so I left. As I was leaving Melissa came into the building. She had tears in her eyes. She hugged me and told me that there was an accident. Our counselor had been shot at in a drug war. But, that was not how he died. He was speeding away and got into an accident, thus taking his life. The very thing that he saved us from was what took his life. I couldn't help but cry. He was such an honest, good man. I took Melissas hand and promised that I would not let his death be in vain. I promised that I would not let the group die. There is a problem. I don't have much money left from the weekly contributions I gave to support the group and I quit my job to be an active member of this group. We cannot survive. That is why I am asking for your help. Please if you have a heart, donate it to this cause. Please help this group stay strong by sending any amount of money through Paypal to [email protected] . If you would like to donate contributions of weed in small or large part please email me for our mailing address. Sorry we are not accepting new applicants for the group. ----------------------------------------------------------- __________________ They pay $1 buck for every free email you give away...it's supposed to convert well on tgp...they say "The reason I haven't made a cent is because I dream too much"