And you never once paid for drugs. Not once!
One of my officers just handed me a white package with a "gentleman"'s name on it for me to place in his property. The description of said item was simply "1 Crack Tooth". And no, not a cracked tooth. This tooth was black and rotten due to the constant use of crack.
In addition to this, Jeremy and I were driving to Russian River Brewery to get some grub after a long day in the yard when on the side of the road was a dude walking like a zombie; all stiff legged and such. As we started to drive by, I noticed he was listening to music with his eyes wide open while rubbing his face and chest. Seriously, it was amazing.
But it gets better.
About 20 minutes after waiting for a table, realizing that it was Graduation Week and there were a bunch of families there, we gave up and headed back home. Guess who we saw on the way home? Yup. Same dude, still trippin' balls and dancing on the grass while pulling at his hair.
For some reason this got me thinking about the lack of drug use in my life. How for some reason I never had any desire to do them, even though they would "make me feel so cool" or how thing feel totally different when my mind is blown or whatever. Fact of the matter is I kinda like the way things are when I feel like I have even a good 30% control over myself. To lose that control because I snorted something just didn't seem like that good of a gamble.
I'll just never get why drugs are cool? I mean, is losing teeth like Cracky McGee the coolest thing ever? Maybe about dancing in public like a total freek. Oh, oh, I know! It's the sunken cheeks that make it so rad, right? I know there are people who can "Control" how much they do and only do them recreationally, but as an inmate said the other night "Back when I was on drugs we knew what we were getting. Now-a-days, you think you could be shooting meth, but it's actually just ammonia and baking soda, and that shit is scary."
I dunno, just didn't make any sense, and I felt like rambling.
Also, Jeremy and I have a weekend tradition now that consists of working in the backyard to build it to its awesomeness and then watching Heroes on the x-box. He's totally addicted to it...like crack! But with less toothy fallie outie. Mad props to Kat for turning me on to a show that was "pretty much made for me".
Oh, and mad props to Audrey getting me my one and only birthday present this year: Three posters. Christopher Walken building Optimus Prime, James Woods in the Last Supper, and No One Wants to Play Sega Master System with Harrison Ford. Good stuff.
Hollar?
In addition to this, Jeremy and I were driving to Russian River Brewery to get some grub after a long day in the yard when on the side of the road was a dude walking like a zombie; all stiff legged and such. As we started to drive by, I noticed he was listening to music with his eyes wide open while rubbing his face and chest. Seriously, it was amazing.
But it gets better.
About 20 minutes after waiting for a table, realizing that it was Graduation Week and there were a bunch of families there, we gave up and headed back home. Guess who we saw on the way home? Yup. Same dude, still trippin' balls and dancing on the grass while pulling at his hair.
For some reason this got me thinking about the lack of drug use in my life. How for some reason I never had any desire to do them, even though they would "make me feel so cool" or how thing feel totally different when my mind is blown or whatever. Fact of the matter is I kinda like the way things are when I feel like I have even a good 30% control over myself. To lose that control because I snorted something just didn't seem like that good of a gamble.
I'll just never get why drugs are cool? I mean, is losing teeth like Cracky McGee the coolest thing ever? Maybe about dancing in public like a total freek. Oh, oh, I know! It's the sunken cheeks that make it so rad, right? I know there are people who can "Control" how much they do and only do them recreationally, but as an inmate said the other night "Back when I was on drugs we knew what we were getting. Now-a-days, you think you could be shooting meth, but it's actually just ammonia and baking soda, and that shit is scary."
I dunno, just didn't make any sense, and I felt like rambling.
Also, Jeremy and I have a weekend tradition now that consists of working in the backyard to build it to its awesomeness and then watching Heroes on the x-box. He's totally addicted to it...like crack! But with less toothy fallie outie. Mad props to Kat for turning me on to a show that was "pretty much made for me".
Oh, and mad props to Audrey getting me my one and only birthday present this year: Three posters. Christopher Walken building Optimus Prime, James Woods in the Last Supper, and No One Wants to Play Sega Master System with Harrison Ford. Good stuff.
Hollar?