Sirwin
Sirwin

Day 11. Desperation.


I haven't slept at all for the past 36 hours. Last night, I was on a full sugar binge, I was snorting it left and right while I watched public access tv. At around 2am, I ran out of pure sugar and started to panic. The withdrawals were setting in, the flailing was around the corner and I could hear Diane Feinstein knocking on my front door. I walked back and forth from my bedroom to my bathroom furiously yelling to "STOP or I am going to tell our broker to sell all of my short positions" Diane didn't like that, not one bit. The knocking at the door was light at first but now it sounded like she was using a sledge hammer to open the door. I heard Shaggy say "I'll go on the roof" in the most exaggerated but perfect voice of his. I heard him jump and hit the top of the roof, it shook the entire foundation of the house. He had jumped 30 feet. They harassed me for another hour. At around 3:30, I realized that I needed sugar to get them to stop but I didn't have any. I was desperate. I ran around my house looking for any extra sugar, I was sniffing the carpet, checking under my bed and all sorts of places. Eventually, I made it to the laundry room and there I saw a box of baking powder. I was desperate to satiate my cravings, so I grabbed the baking soda and started snorting it. I was electric. 

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