FAKE FRIENDS: Never ask for food.

REAL FRIENDS: Are the reason you have no food.

FAKE FRIENDS: Bail you out of jail and tell you what you did was wrong.

REAL FRIENDS: Would sit next to you sayin "Damn we fucked up.but that shit was fun"

FAKE FRIENDS: Borrow your stuff for a few days then give it back.

REAL FRIENDS: Keep your shit so long they forget its yours.

FAKE FRIENDS: Know a few things bout u

REAL FRIENDS: Could write a book about you with direct quotes from you.

FAKE FRIENDS: Are for a while.

REAL FRIENDS: Are for life.

FAKE FRIENDS: Will take your drink away when they think you've had enough.

REAL FRIENDS: Will look at you stumbling all over the place and say "dick head drink the rest of that you know we don't waste."

Leave one memory of you and me together. It doesn't matter if I know you a little or a lot, anything you remember.Even if its just some party we were at and somtin happened ha that ye can remember and maybe i forgot!!!! Dribbly out sher!!! Next, repost this bulletin on your own blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. Its nice ta hear them!!!

So little man you’ve grown tired of me gram, cocaine, hash and L.S.D and someone is pretending to be your friend says come on I’ll introduce you to MISS HEROIN!
Well honey before you start dabbling with me let me inform you how it will be, for I will seduce you and make you my slave, I’ve sent men much stronger than you to there graves!
You would think you would never be a disgrace and end up addicted to poppy seed waste. You will start to inhale me one afternoon and then you’ll take me into your arm very soon and once I’ve entered deep down in your veins the craving for me will just drive you insane. You’ll need lots of money just as you’ve been told, for darling I’m much more expensive than gold. You’ll swindle your mother just for a buck, you’ll turn into something so vile and corrupt. You’ll mug and steal for my narcotic charm and you’ll feel so contented when I’m in your arms.
The day you’ve realised the monster has grown you’ll suddenly promise to leave me alone, if you think you’ve got the mystical knack then just try getting me off of your back.
The vomits, the cramps, you’re guts in a knot, you’re jangling nerves just screaming for one more shot. Hot chills, cold sweats, the withdrawal pains can only be saved by my little white grains. There’s no other way there’s no need to look, for deep down inside you know that you’re HOOKED!
You’ll desperately go to the pusher and then you’ll welcome me down in your veins once again. And when I return just as I foretold, I know that you’ll give me your body and soul, you’ll give up your morals, your conscience, your heart and then you’ll be mine until DEATH DO US PART!!

In memory of my mother by Patrick Kavanagh - Mountjoy Training Unit March 1996