I went to a buddys house the other day, he was surrounded by a green haze as usual, We sat and watched tv for a while,and in the back round the faucet dripped.
soon he was expounding on how his life was worthless,and it was slipping through his fingers,and in the backround the faucet still dripped. he went on belly aching blaming others for his self made hell, I got up and got a glass of water.
again he started on how his life sucked,and i went and got another glass of water.

this went on a while till I had had enough of drug fueled paranoia from him, I got a final glass of water, and he mentioned that I must have ben thirsty,
I told him that as life dripped away for him, drop by drop, I would drink till I was filled.
dont think he got the message...yet