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Originally Posted by *Laurie*
What wierds me out? Not too much does. I'll try to come up with a few things...
1. Santa Claus. Really weirds me out. When I worked in Macy's over the winter holidays in my senior year of high school, I used to hide in the stock room when Santa came around after hours to hand out candy canes.
Eh, I don't like candy canes, anyway.
2. Tweekers. I'm tolerant and understanding about substance use. After all, substance users are self-medicating. If I have to choose a street drug that gives me the icks, however, it's speed. For some reason "speed freaks" have always given me a creepy feeling.
That's all I can come up with for now. But I'll be thinking on this one...
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Santa, naturally. I took speed once and swore never again. No cocaine, nothing considered an ‘upper’ (my first mental ‘clinic’ stay — young man on meth stripped to his underwear, jumping around the couches whilst sporting an erection), but if I had a choice of drug to become an addict I would have chosen heroin.
But speed freaks and heroin addicts are both creepy, aren’t they?