When I was a young little boy, I would dream often. Daydreams brought me to a wonderful world where I drifted away into my euphoric Utopia. One time, I dreamed of a land where it snowed all day and all night, but it was never cold. It was warm and inviting, and comfortable. I would walk in the winter wonderland, no destination in mind, but it was a journey nonetheless. Love, life and laughter filled this world. The snow drifted down softly, landing on the pure white ground. As I walked, the sound of my feet crunching the snow and the glistening, sparkling snow crystals guided me along. I was happy here. I was at peace. Then I stopped tripping balls off the ‘shrooms. I did a line of coke to get myself thinking straight. Tomorrow was my 9th birthday, and this was no time for dilly-dallying, as my daddy would say.
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