Jun 25, 2006 22:10
what a delicious weekend.
nearly everything went wrong but i could never truely give too god of a damn. from the de-moralizing rough-necked work days of last week to the ultra-hedonistic excesses of saturday i cannot explain better why moderation deserves a dose of it's own medicine. As does tolerance and temprance i suppose. Taking the time to chill the fuck out, drink capucinno's with an old friend and smoke a pipe thats been between us for half a decade. Thats right half a decade of resoncible aswell as irresponcible drug use. The concept made us pause and think how far we've come down the road of excess and what medicine our minds love so dearly to sooth our frazzled contemporary minds. I have to admit i'v learned to appreciate sex and solemnity to fill the usual roles which drugs once did. But we all dont make the same choices now do we?
He expressed concern for my mental and physical well being while observing such a cocaine-fueled gin-guzzling evening as i have been aiming for for quite some weeks or months. The original ideal was simple escapism and shattering of a few carefully regulated boundaries. But was i found by the time i'd found myself int he throws was a familliar comfort with my sorroundings of half-friends and new humanity. Either way i'm good. i survived the week, the night(s) and now the weekend ends alone in an appartment as little-portugal settles into it's usual mild-simmer of patriotic sentiment. I suppose they won again... and so did i, though i'm a bit too hung-over to celebrate.
PS: has anyone sent laire a letter yet? i'm working on mine as i hope it to trump my usual correspondance and give explanation to the length of silence.