No drugs.
You’ve got to own the magic bullet bull$hit story.
Waiting for you to post, that the magic bullet actually happened.
Otherwise, you’re the delusional druggie.
Let me know when you own the magic bullet nonsense. I double dog daring you.
Go on, flick Flick, put your tongue on the frozen steel pole.
Yep… I own it… and there was nothing magic about that bullet. It went into Kennedys back, out his throat, into Connley’s shoulder, through his arm out his wrist and into his leg. And if you were smart enough to follow the story instead of waisting your money on hustlers selling books you would know it required no flips, summersaults or changes in direction. It followed one straight line. But it’s apparent you don’t have the intelligence for that and would rather be scammed by hustlers.