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Man Goes To Mexico To Kill Himself, Spends Week Doing Coke And Banging Hookers, Decides To Keep Living

Two thousand dollars spent on a trip to Mexico, a cab ride, a seedy hotel room, excessive amounts of cocaine, and hooker orgies legitimately saved a man’s life if we believe the story he shared on Reddit after his safe return home. [1]  Fighting a hard battle against a debilitating wave of depression, he traveled to Mexico to purchase “chemicals” to humanely end his life. The aptly-named Reddit user, plzsendhalp, shares his story involving ripping lines of coke off hookers’ tits, battling whiskey/coke dick with Viagra, multiple threesomes, and of course his final recovery of his will to live.

Went to Mexico to buy barbiturates for a humane and peaceful death. Decided that if I was gonna die anyway I might as well fuck a prostitute before it was all over. After that a cab driver offered to sell me cocaine. One thing lead to another, and I got a room above a whore house equipped with a heart shaped bed, a stripper pole, and a hot tub.  Spent a full week snorting coke off tits, popping pain meds, drinking tequila, eating handfuls of Viagra to fight the whiskey/coke dick, and had three FFM threesomes.  Somewhere in the midst of my coke-fueled orgy I decide life wasn’t so bad after all. [2]

He then packed his stuff up and headed back home, depression-free.  For any other human being, after a week filled with booze, cocaine and sex with Mexican prostitutes, he would have descended into a deep, dark state of depression due to the defiency in certain neurotransmitters (because of the drug abuse) coupled with a major  hangover not to mention the itches that comes with the venerial diseases (thanks to the cheap hookers). Everybody is glad it worked for this guy, though.  The man then goes on to explain in the comments that his depression was caused by an abusive childhood, then offers words of encouragement for anyone dealing with similar depression issues. He doesn’t explicitly suggest that they should go on a trek to Mexico loaded with hookers and cocaine, but he encourages nonetheless to do it in the most extreme cases:

The drugs and sex didn’t fix me. They were like CPR for a man with a stopped heart. Dangerous, risky, and unlikely to work, but if you can keep the guy alive long enough to get the defibrillator to him, even if it means breaking some ribs, it’s worth the risk. I was going to die that night. I don’t suggest if you’re feeling depressed that you get a mountain of cocaine and a gaggle of chicas. But if you’re holding the fucking gun to your head as you read this, yes, please do. Get some coke, get some women, get whatever you need! [3]

This might be the first time anyone’s ever said something like this since the alleged (and disputed) quotes by Hunter S. Thompson:  “I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanity to anyone, but they’ve always worked for me.” He also fields an onslaught of private messages from people seeking his advice.  A true good samaritan.


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Bill Wallace is a self-fashioned writter, a computer programmer and cybermarketer from Quebec City, Canada who decided to enter the political arena after his disillusionment with the socialist system under which he was living in the French Canadian province of Quebec.

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