“The prospect of going to hell doesn’t bother me. All my friends are there.”
Like most people The Chemical Buddha didn’t like going to parties where he didn’t know anyone. And he especially didn’t want to go to a lame party. If there is a heaven, The Chemical Buddha wasn’t sure he wanted to go, let alone hang out with the people who seemed to think they were going to be there. He couldn’t imagine being around all of those judgmental, self-righteous, martyrs. In fact, he was pretty sure they would all get on each other nerves. But if he could hang out on the cool level of hell (not with the murders or pedophiles, but the people who just took the Lord’s name in vain and cheated on their spouses) that sounded like his kind of party. He was pretty sure he would know most of the people there anyway.
What would you go through to be with your friends?
What would you do to keep your friends?
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