I KNEW when certain men were called out, including my godfather, that Uncle Fred had consumed red rum and was in full speed to the forty feet, and that no one man could halt him in his quest. Some say a water spirit summoned him. The men who were summoned to save this man, who under normal circumstances was a jovial adult, a husband and father, were tough men, sportsmen, and tradesmen whose muscles were visible. They would jump into the forty feet, grab Uncle Fred and tumble with him before pulling him onto the forty-foot road.

So far, I do not know what red rum constitutes to generate such actions. Likewise, what is the force of the chemical content of crack cocaine that overpowers the current victims of this terrible affliction that affects our land? We interpret them to be the controversial term of “JUNKIES”. Unlike in our childhood, there seems to be no urgency in encroaching on the sinister cause of the captive souls we identify as “JUNKIES”. As a parent who has endured the weird challenges of wrestling with a child in the morbid embrace of this artificial pestilence, I can only conclude that the ancient men who concocted terrible belief systems to justify their right to be savage and to infest the consciousness of genocide and the subjection of bondage in the course of thievery of all manifestations are still with us.

If we discuss the logic behind the justifications for the follies we commit, we, as normal humans, cannot rest. Thus, we must brandish our shortcomings and ascribe them quietly to requiring the aid of things that are forbidden, or otherwise kneeling in service to things and habits we should not embrace on the judgement of so-called kin of the shadows. NARCO addiction is FRIENDLESS, and it may emerge as too many things that cannot be easily tempered. Whether what we believe is whispered by what you may never interpret, stay strong and be aware of what you do not understand. Step away from friends. We living fuh truth in a strange world, worse for the foolish.