Babies Part 1

Hmmmm This I have to be careful of.  What do I really think about babies?

Let me delve back into my past and retrieve a story that helped shape the way I think about babies today.

I had a child some 6 or so years ago.  At this time, babies were the farthest thing from my mind.  I was working at a newfie restaurant in fort Saskatchewan called, "The Atlantic Kitchen".   After work one pay period a friend had asked me if I wanted some Ecstasy so being the awesome retarded individual with the common sense of a common house fly I went for it.  I obtained 6 blue Motorola pills with the stamp sticking out of the pill, not stamped into the pill, but embossed sticking out of the pill.  These pills looked very professionally done they were hard as fucking rock and the Motorola symbol didn't even have a god damn dent in it.

I went home after work and took them with my at the time woman.  I thought it being normal "E" that the effects wouldn't be so bad so I took 3 and she took 2.  After about 45 mins shit started to seem a bit odd to me. I had the regular effect of "E" but there was something else creeping up on me that I just could not finger.  After about another 30 minutes it hit me.  WHAM!!!  These fuckin things were 2CI's .  A brand of E that had hallucinogenic properties.  Before I knew it the pictures on her wall of a couple giraffes were literally mounting each other and having crazy African safari sex right in front of my eyes.  To make matters worse the elephants on the wall were doing the same shit!!!  Wow man I was fucking blitzed.  After a good bout of trying to take a shit in the bathroom and staring at the floor tiles beneath my feet go around and around like a Vinyl on a DJ turntable I went downstairs.  She was fucking freaking out as well. She went out to take care of something and I was left alone to my thoughts and my thoughts aimed directly for sex.  I heard a devilish voice say , "your life as you know it will never be the same mwahahahahahaha" like something out of a horror movie but it didn't shake me.  When she came back down I proceeded to have sex with her.  The sex was weird, awkward and almost no feeling at all.  After it was finished we both looked at each other and said, "What the fuck was that?".  We weirded out for a bit and tried to sleep for the rest of the night but it was no good.  I missed the next few days at work trying to recover.

I got my shit back together and returned to work.  After about 2 - 3 weeks I noticed my girl had turned into an Uber super bitch.  Knowing I couldn't even afford a pregnancy test on my wage I did the next best thing, Told the girl "Listen, your being a super bitch and you don't even know why, your pissing on a strip!"  After some protest she agreed.  I couldn't afford a test so I had to steal one from the local supermarket and I gave the test to her.  She went into the bathroom of the Esso gas station in town and came back with the results.  The shit was positive.