You seem friendly...

A few Mich. lights last night. No hangover today. woo hoo

Fine. Since no one else has the balls to say it, or maybe because I'm the one who can:

• Walk down to the hardware store
• Purchace crowbar
• Extract yer head from yer arse

dinner. and date! then drinks...

I don't drink, but I'm too many prescription pills into the night, might bang a couple focalin and watch some Allie Sin porn with the wife. Oh, and bonghits.

Weed and speed, good combo.

I might look more like the elephant, but I always thought myself more a Charlie-in-the-box.

Every time I go out boozing at a strip club and meet a girl visiting from out of state, I Google their phone number and they wind up being an escort.

Also, someone (anonymously) mailed me a pamphlet for NARCONON.

steezo's posts are easily "must-read" status for me.

i'm envious yet glad i'm not waking up to them at the same time. good work.

add amobarbital to the stimulants, keep the weed if need be and it sounds like a way to make a weekend vanish without the sin of wasting precious barbs passed-out or dying, i'll admit those things are delightful but do require some means of moving things along so you're awake to enjoy them. don't try at home for the most part.

steezo is a solid poster. he needs to show up and share more often. he's the alaskan john floofin.

James, once again your knowledge scares and impresses me at the same time. The weed for me is a constant. I never drink, high stress job, yadda yadda, so the weed is the relaxer, the focalin I like much better then ridalin, if only for being less speedy, even for the crazy nights of crushing and banging. I'm going to go look up amobarbital, as it sounds like fun, but I try not to be thedrooling guy in the corner if at all possible.

I always have vike and/or perc 10's to help the weed mellow, and refuse any type of oxy type strength shit, and dont take pills at all for more than 3 days in a row to avoid any type of detox. Thankfully, I've neve feened (jondra for sure) for any pill.

I know NOTHING about recreational drugs. But, jargon does interest me.

I think it's "fiended", from "fiending" which originates from the word "fiend" when used as a slang for an addict [eg. a dope fiend].

amo's one of the real barbs(pheno isn't really the same deal). hard to find and should you stumble into a legit vein of tuinals/seconals/etc. grab all you can, they're not making more domestically.

i wouldn't hit the bar on them, in fact be judicious with the booze. in a way they're closer to weed than painkillers. from percs to dope, you're just adjusting the dosage and degree of the same feeling. weed, hallucinogens, things like ketamine tend to be different animals from day to day even in serious users. keep enough music around you don't need to fuck with from track to track, would advise something a little darker than say, jam band stuff that a day of bong hits makes sound transcendent. decent ketamine music works, keep some around.

oh, and just don't fucking take too many of them. really. they go from fun to er fast.

Drinking and celebrating:

I would have, say, 8 years ago.

It feels like I ordered a pizza and it came rancid, upside-down, dripping sauce and oily cheese from the box, 30 days later.

I'll be making friends with Smirnoff tonight. It'll be a short friendship cause I've been awake for 48 hours.

If you've jones-ed for a big mac or other junk food its pretty much the same thing except after you injest the drugs you get high.

My past "jones" of choice was Twinkies.

I had a psychopharm who theorized that sugar in the qualities I ingested when hypo-manic, worked similar to cocaine. He wanted to know from me if they similar since I was a teen/young adult when coke was the big drug. But, I never did coke, so I couldn't confirm.

If he was/is right, I saved a fortune. Twinkies, Froot Loop, Cap'n Crunch and sugar-laden fruit punch were much cheaper.

I had some Son of a Peach wheat beer from RJ Rockers brewery tonight. Pretty tasty but more a girls beer.

you didn't miss much. the only use i ever had for the stuff was dropping a ball in a 75% full bottle of saline nasal spray and maybe a tiny amount of 100-proof vodka to keep the nasal passages receptive and just titrate the stuff discretely if i really had to rally to stay up but the idea of needing to poop or acting coked up was more than enough reason not to start the process of idiocy.

Don's still fisting that baby, isn't he?

I self medicated with Makers Mark and beer chasers tonight.

Outstanding, really.

I walk in the house and it's literally 62 degrees in here. It's summer in the South and earlier today the chick switched the thermostat from "heat" to "cool" without looking at the temp setting.

I had a "shot" of Pepto.

Does that count?

^^^Only if you chase it with a pint of Cuervo.

Several Buds last night. A collection of college chicks approached me and asked if I knew where they could acquire some "white lightning". Crotch jokes aside I said the "guy" wasn't around at this time and come back later. Didn't give them a name. College chicks can't be trusted. Besides "white Lightning" is a hackneyed phrase and is more often referred to as shine or just moonshine. Turns out the chick that asked was from Illinois. When I found out I gave her a brief moment of derision but all in fun. They were all in grad school for becoming physician assts. It was karaoke night. It's amazing what college chicks will do with a mic thrust in front of them.

In Connecticut? I think it depends on how high your fence is. No, wait, that's whether or not you can fuck whores on your freshly mowed lawn.

I'd ask Da Burglar. He's the expert on moving violations involving non-traditional vehicles in New England.

I think it is a tough call. If you were on private property, with out a visible open container, then I don't think the cop can get you.

If it were me, I'd ask the cop to see his warrant or written complaint, then ask him to leave. Any word out of his mouth besides goodbye, I'd tell him I need my lawyer present, and dial him up on my cell phone. After he left, I'd sit down to write a letter to whoever the top cop in the state is; county, state and federal representatives and Governor. I'd email it to my lawyer, have him out it on his letter head and mail it out.

I have no need for the immediate satisfaction of an argument that will land me a disorderly persons fine. I'll be better served by the letter that will be in his file his entire career, and be brought up during every review for a raise or promotion he attempts to get.

If he was persistent, I'd refuse the sobriety tests and the breathalyzer.

Fake lawyers feel free to advise and pick it apart.

Edit: Really though, everyone knows it is better to mow your lawn stoned than drunk. Sometimes if I do my entire property, and the lawn mower is running really rough, I'll see trails for a while after I'm done I wish I knew a way to induce a full scale flashback. You just can't find acid like you used to.

I agree on the stoned vs. drunk bit, but we were dealing with hypotheticals. As for acid, hell, outside of Athens, GA, or maybe SUNY Stony Brook, you're not going to find any acid worth the name on the East Coast. Of course, I haven't dropped any in sixteen years. It's a younger man's thing.

FUN FACTS: I was the subject of a math experiment there in 1969 or 70.

So one of my friends just got out of rehab and quit her job as a bartender. I told her that in a movie she would now either turn to a life of crime or become a superhero. I suggested she become BatWhore. And then my own superhero character would be someone who has to get drunk first before I can fight crime. My name would be Liquid Courage. BatWhore would call me LC for short. Once per episode I'd get frustrated with her and tell her to shut her whoremouth. I think the BatWhore signal would prolly alternate between a set of giant boobs and some spread legs. And at the end of every episode, my (now sober) character would have to go around apologizing to people for the things I have done. "I'm so sorry...."

P.S. I am drunk right now.

^^^^ Teehee. Obviously.

Smoking some the neighbor kid grew, into the 8th bottle of a sample 12 pack from Pike Brewery in Seattle, and starting my 23rd hour of no sleep. There shan't be a 24th. The wall is heading my direction pretty quick.

Anyone up for the new rage? The Boogaard.

Oxycodone and generous portions of your liquor of choice?

I hear it's killer ...

Darwin at work, nothing more, nothing less.

Darwin has yet to account for the lack of infertility in porn whores and how pathetic, illiterate black mopes have 8 kids with 7 different women.

And, I'm starting to think if there were a "design" the designer was either stupid or had a warped sense of humor.

I disagree. Drugs and eating disorders keep many PWs from reproducing. Then, of the ones that bring a fetus full term, there is a percentage that loses custody (Janine,etc). Plus, where is a better place to find a future PW, but in the womb of a past PW.

infertility in whores could be classified as a function of intelligent design. a pregnant whore is an unproductive whore.

the black/slavery/workforce thing i'm not touching.

Pregnant ho don't mind a creampie.

i read that and thought of this...

Purty damned close !

If a kitten knew it's Clyde were all furred and hads to hide, would he, could he, be the one to have soft fur and einch-ginch fun.

Had a mostly liquid lunch with Jerkules. Good Dude.

Diet Ice Tea for me.

case of pure blonde cans. I'm working my way through it..

There's only one thing to say:

Get drunk now. Ask me how.

I had four shot of Jack Daniels.




Believe it ... or not.

My evening began with a six-pack of Full Sail LTD (recipe 03). It ended with me almost slicing off the end of my index finger while cutting open a bag of butter battered mushrooms. I keeps my knives sharp.