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Morphine Morphine Morphine.
Kickin' back, watching something weird and possibly worthy of last minute revelation like Dr. Strangelove, in one of those "football" chairs guys use, with an iced chai in my cup holder, and a good selection of vivid graphic literature stacked next to me.
Also some mint chocolate chip ice cream.
Then I'd press "up" casually every fifteen minutes or so on my IV drip (a bag big enough to drown a Doberman in), and I'd make a day of it.
Death would be sweet.
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