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During that first year of being clean and sober you get super horny and want to use. It does pass. The wanting drugs/alcohol part does. I wrote a book during that year THE ADVENTURES OF DON DIPUTS-free ebook July 1-5, 2016

 In that first year being Clean and Sober, your body and mind is going through changes because your body is no longer being poisoned.  You get sexually aroused, which greatly explains why couples get together and separate. Also you really want to drink and do drugs. It does pass.  The wanting drugs/alcohol part does. Throughout the book there are songs that I loved, still do, and new songs I discovered. Some say they can't listen to music they used to listen to. I personally did. Therefor, It is very possible. This book has Stripper Vampires, and much drug and alcohol abuse. READ THE DESCRIPTION two paragraphs down. This book is inspired by me wanting sex, drugs, and Rock N Roll (GRAPHIC SEX SCENES) during that first year. Synopsis Finally finally finally Don Diputs has achieved his dream of being an affluent best selling author. It’s time to celebrate. Thus his agent sets him up for a vacation in a mansion. Things go awry starting with a debauchery of sex, drugs and

Hallucinogenic overdose (Warning GRAPHIC CONTENT) excerpt from A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Souls (C) 2016

Vlad’s seizure lasts for five minutes, which seems like an eternity to Joshua and his friends. They stand there helpless while Vlad flops and twitches like a fish taken out of water. Finally, Vlad comes to and opens his eyes. He looks up from where he is lying on the floor. He sees the faces of his friends looking down at him in concern. “We thought you were going to be deceased. You scared the fuck out of us” Boris says. Joshua lends Vlad a hand and helps him to his feet. “We were going to put you in your car and leave you in the parking lot at Walmart if you croaked” Timothy says and starts laughing. No one else finds his joke very funny. The circle of friends start sawing off chunks of steak, shoveling it into their mouths. All eyes are rapt on the movie that is playing on the television. Tombstone is still playing. It has reached the part where Doc Holiday is at the piano, drunk, playing a rendition of Chopin’s nocturne. Everyone recites the line that inevitably comes. “It