Final Dose – An Anti-Drug Story

human-skull-1345623759znb           “Check out this lady,” Bob said, slurring his words, “She looks like someone out of Victorian-era England. I bet she’s an easy target.”

“Excuse me, ma’am,” Tammy said to the dark-haired old lady, with a fancy hat, in a dark colored dress, “Do you know how to get to Newton Street?”

“Why, yes,” the elderly woman said, “By the way, I’m Kathy. Nice to meet you. Just go to the end of the street, and make a left at Randall Avenue…”

Tammy grabbed Kathy’s purse.

The old lady began to laugh. “I wouldn’t open that if I were you!”

“This broad is crazy,” Bob said, “Let’s get out of here!”

Bob, and Tammy ducked into an alley, and started to dump the contents of the purses into a cardboard box.

“I bet we can buy a lot of meth with this,” Tammy licked her lips.

As they dumped out the last purse, the money turned into bloody cockroaches, and maggots.

Several hours later, they started throwing up pus. Blood gushed from every orifice of their body…

 

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