name :: Lucky Santiago mun :: Johnny a p p e a r a n c e . h i s t o r y . Milton Richards This'll keep you from thinking of suicide and dark thoughts Milton, and then everything will be normal. Your fascination with death is only a byproduct of the trauma you've been dealt with in your life. Soon the drugs went from liquid to pill form. Prescriptions and chemical cocktails to cure the problems. I was beginning to show progress and after a few short years I was given paperwork that gave me the right to choose my own fate. I was on a kind of probation, I'd report every week for a checkup and recertification of the dosage I was on. After three weeks I didn't show and they just forgot about me. Ban came into my life and showed me how I could help myself. He gave me the keys to what I needed and what was an outlet for all the pain. He told me to stay on the medicine and everything would be alright. The Strain showed itself at first in one of the lodging rooms. Adrenaline and a chemical switch flicked on like a light switch as needle bore into flesh and bone. My body numbed at first, then my nose bled, dripping like the sweat on my brow. This was a different kind of problem as the artist finished and walked to the back. I remember standing up in some kind of bat shit emotional rage ripping the ink chair from it's bolted clamps. I didn't feel how badly my arms burned, nor the torture I had just put my shoulders through. I cracked my shoulder socket right in two but only felt the consistent spill of blood from my nose. I think that was when I decided I wasn't Milton any longer, I was Lucky. Well maybe not Lucky but definitely Lucky, right? Right... Santiago. Something told me that fit perfect, like a glove so you don't leave prints. Lucky Santiago. Needless to say, I was given another drug to take, Whick. It doesn't cure anything, it only seems to prolong the inevitable. It lets me cope with one issue while I work on others. I smoke too much, I drink like fish swim through water, I believe in the freedom of the people, I play with fire. I dazzle the bystanders and spectators with Asile and I like it. I think this is enough of my tell-all. My life isn't important enough for a book, so let's cut it right here. P.S. - I love to Fuck. Especially dead people. Medicine doesn't fix that. a c t i v i t i e s. s t r e n g t h s . w e a k n e s s e s [+] Dark sense of humor[-] He's incarcerated so often he has his own personal holding cell. [-]
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