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Yeah, I got a habit, but my "Dealer" sucks. He keep telling me he'll cut me some slack. I keep paying more to feed my "habit". He's been taking my money and giving it to people who make bigger, more attractive vehic...er packaging for my habit. See, he makes better deals with them for their "product". And then I spend more to fill the newer packaging...to keep my "habit" fed. My dealer starts turf wars with rival gangs...looking for more fuel for our collective habit. He tells me it'll bring my costs down...I'll be happy in the end. But He Lies. I'm still hooked, I've got no choice. And it costs more every day to feed the need. And now these rival gangs are pissed at me, the junkie. They're calling for the deaths of my fellow junkies. And yet my Dealer skates...he always does. He tells his runners that it's all my fault...really. The laugh, they applaud. The rest of the world is doing something about their habit, and looking down their nose at me and my habit. All the while, my habit gets worse.
This morning, my Dealer wasn't even on the corner when I went out looking for him.
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