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spun out for three days in a row. no sleep. no food. only water. mostly about forty units' worth.
kicked all the junkies out of my house only to let them back in six hours later for a sum of ten dollars with which to purchace cigarettes, whiskey, and a cola for chaser. two hours later, take a look around the room and realize..."fuck, everybody in here is completely shot up to hell. every. single. person."
left the junkies at the house. staying with the folks tonight at their home in the next town.
note to self: tomorrow, cash paycheck, THEN kick junkies out of house.
duly noted.
wanted to split town tomorrow (wednesday). can't. changed it to friday. can't. looks like it'll be next wednesday, if i'm lucky.
note to self: fuck this town.
again, duly noted.
added useless information - spent from 3am to 7am this morning laying in bed, playing out the scenario of me going into next room, explaining to couple that they had to get their gear and get out immediately, because i was going to call relatives and tell them that i needed to go to rehab. was ready to call off moving and everything, ready to move back in with parents, ready to say goodbye to every acquaintence. decided to think it over for another hour.
...glad i did.
god, i would've felt like a pussy.
final note to self: you like to sleep. you like to eat. you like to fuck. these three things are pretty much the basis of life as we know it. avoid substances which hinder any of the aforementioned actions.
namely, skip town.
yeah, duly noted.
kicked all the junkies out of my house only to let them back in six hours later for a sum of ten dollars with which to purchace cigarettes, whiskey, and a cola for chaser. two hours later, take a look around the room and realize..."fuck, everybody in here is completely shot up to hell. every. single. person."
left the junkies at the house. staying with the folks tonight at their home in the next town.
note to self: tomorrow, cash paycheck, THEN kick junkies out of house.
duly noted.
wanted to split town tomorrow (wednesday). can't. changed it to friday. can't. looks like it'll be next wednesday, if i'm lucky.
note to self: fuck this town.
again, duly noted.
added useless information - spent from 3am to 7am this morning laying in bed, playing out the scenario of me going into next room, explaining to couple that they had to get their gear and get out immediately, because i was going to call relatives and tell them that i needed to go to rehab. was ready to call off moving and everything, ready to move back in with parents, ready to say goodbye to every acquaintence. decided to think it over for another hour.
...glad i did.
god, i would've felt like a pussy.
final note to self: you like to sleep. you like to eat. you like to fuck. these three things are pretty much the basis of life as we know it. avoid substances which hinder any of the aforementioned actions.
namely, skip town.
yeah, duly noted.