I almost went into shock....
When I heard about Hunter S. Thompson,author of Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, commiting suicide, but then I thought someone on that many drugs would shoot themself in the head. Amazing man and writer, but waaaay too many drugs. I've thought about giving up drugs myself, but I still have some things to see before I get clean. I'm working on quitting pot first. It's just boring now. I don't get nearly as high as I used to. Too much too often. Too many all-nighters rolling joint after joint. Don't get me wrong, they were really fun, but I just don't think I can do it anymore. My freshman stamina for drugs just doesn't exist. I'm getting old. I'm starting my path towards Eric Clapton Town. My lungs can't take it anymore. I don't enjoy coughing and hacking up yellowish rubber. I think the habit would be much more enjoyable, and I'd consume less, if I had my coconut back. I loved that thing. I like to roll joints, but I don't enjoy smoking them. I like bowls much better. Smoking a bowl is much saner than smoking an entire joint yourself. Most of you have seen my joints, they're quite large, too much for one person. I still have ideas for making smoking more visually intersting and fun, but I don't think I should try them out for myself. I'll still make "water pipes" and whatnot, it's just so fun, but I'll make them for the use of others. I want to get into the pottery room and play around. I haven't done that in a really long time. Clay is so fun. I'm gonna go take a walk.