Four More Sleeps
Only 4 more sleeps now and there isn't much more I need to do before she gets home.
I had an interesting weekend; Friday night was a bottle of burbon and a good friend, but then Saturday and Sunday were a bit flat. I actually went looking for some pills on saturday night; walking all over this city asking every DJ around - my normal way of scoring - but on this night none of the regulars were around and nothing was there... Instead I think I covered about 10kms and by the time I got home (about 11.30pm) I was just exhusted. I was completely sober too! While cooking and eating dinner I had a very nice bottle of red (1996 no less), but by the time you walk that much there wasn't much chance that the little bit tipsy was going to last.
I'm not sure why I went in such a search, I can't really afford anything right now and I am not sure if I was in a mind-state to handle the solo trip, but all the same I was pretty determined. I read an article over the weekend in the local street press about this guy, while not promoting drug use, said he really enjoyed it and pretty much was a big advocate; it got me thinking (again) about me and drugs. I really dig them, but why? Escape? Occasionally. But most of the time they are just another form of alcohol for me. I tell myself I will grow out of them, but realistically, I can't see that happening...
I might use them less and less over the years, but be there a j rolling around a party, a mate that wants to take some pills, munch some shrooms or drop some acid, then I am pretty sure I'll always be in...
(don't worry, I have my own limits)
I had an interesting weekend; Friday night was a bottle of burbon and a good friend, but then Saturday and Sunday were a bit flat. I actually went looking for some pills on saturday night; walking all over this city asking every DJ around - my normal way of scoring - but on this night none of the regulars were around and nothing was there... Instead I think I covered about 10kms and by the time I got home (about 11.30pm) I was just exhusted. I was completely sober too! While cooking and eating dinner I had a very nice bottle of red (1996 no less), but by the time you walk that much there wasn't much chance that the little bit tipsy was going to last.
I'm not sure why I went in such a search, I can't really afford anything right now and I am not sure if I was in a mind-state to handle the solo trip, but all the same I was pretty determined. I read an article over the weekend in the local street press about this guy, while not promoting drug use, said he really enjoyed it and pretty much was a big advocate; it got me thinking (again) about me and drugs. I really dig them, but why? Escape? Occasionally. But most of the time they are just another form of alcohol for me. I tell myself I will grow out of them, but realistically, I can't see that happening...
I might use them less and less over the years, but be there a j rolling around a party, a mate that wants to take some pills, munch some shrooms or drop some acid, then I am pretty sure I'll always be in...
(don't worry, I have my own limits)