First Night at the Flop House part 2: Couch-Bed's Revenge
Staying with my friend Chris again in the flop house. At least it's not a crack house. All these guys do is chain smoke cig's. My dog Bela aka Django is with me this time. It's been a gorgeous evening. The sky is beautiful, Django is getting along with Chris's dog. I could have done without those White Castle burgers though. They made me nauseas. I'm trying to get off drugs right now. I stopped taking Valiums on Sunday, Lar-a-tabs on Tuesday, and weed on Thursday. I got to the point where I was just getting fucking waisted all day on this shit. [Thanks to my new dealers who have these all heavily stocked at blow out prices.] Maybe one day I will smoke weed again, but not until I get a job I actually like. THEN, maybe here, and there. The weed withdrawl is heavy, because I have been smoking for about 13 years. With the only 3 month break in 1999. [When I went to jail] I'm in a cold sweat right now, and good luck for me getting any sleep tonight. I'm also feeling loads of guilt, because of the way I treated someone I love dearly. That is no longer in my life, because of it.