My Drug Use can be attributed to the simple fact that....I like drugs. Drugs Work....Drugs are right...Drugs make sense. Look at the world....HELL, look at this fucking WEB PAGE we are all at right now with its pistoning peni, degraded whores and degenerate men waiting to splooge in and ON just-over-18-year-old girls! Its all fucked up! Who wouldnt want to Drink and Snort and Shoot and Pop, given this shitty world we live in....

Ava is totally fucking hott....if she needs a little pick-me-up every now and then in order to maintain her sanity and ease her pain, I have no problem with that. Like I mentioned before, Ava and Mia have a standing Invite to visit Casa Da Burglar, stay indefinitely in my Guest House, do whatever drugs they want, and just chill out and relax. I will cook for them and help them do basic financial planning for the future. Then, when they are refreshed and have yhad their fill of Meth, Pot, Coke, Pills and some of Mendocino's finest wines and Microbrews, I'll fly them back to LA where they can resume providing Masturbation Fodder for the rest of the world. My only regret is I dont have any decent Heroin to offer them, or anyone else who may visit. The west coast is Bereft of Quality "H", stuck with all this crappy Mexican Brown stuff.

BUT....UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES, am I to be "blamed" for any adverse consequences or events if Ava or Mia are hurt during the Da Burglar Vacation/Drug Binge Package. I am NOT holding a Curling Iron to anyone sitting in a tub of water, forcing them to take drugs. I want people to come to me of their OWN free will and indulge....and hey, if you O.D. and end up seizing on my marble floor, or if you end up puking your Duodenum's contents up all over my brand new burgundy bedspread, do not feel bad, shit happens. JUST DONT BLAME ME for that...I mean, I may have givne you the bindle, spoon and syringe, I may have squirted the saline into the spoon, lit the match, cooked the shoot, drew it up into the syringe, tied the tourny around your triceps, tapped your veins a couple times, swabbed it with alcohol, took aim and stabbed your blood vessel, aspirated the shoot to make sure I am in the vein and pumped it into your bloodstream...I may have helped you in all that, but UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES do I merit blame if you fucking die and I have to bury you out back on my 9-1/2 acres of Mendocino's sacred soil that exists in my name. You have to understand, I cannot be responsible for your rotting corpse stinking up my little slice of paradise, possibly leading John Q. Law and his brothers to all the OTHER things Ihave here that I dont want them to find BESIDES your now-rotting corpse. Be reasonable...