Wasted-life-musings - Musings Of A Wasted Life

Infact, i grew up in a shit neighborhood, and something like 75% of the people i knew in childhood grew up to be junkies.  Glad I dont have these kinda problems...

*drinks til he passes out, wakes up, drinks*

This liquid is boiling and freezing simultaneously because it’s reaching its ‘triple point,’ which is the temperature and pressure at which three phases of a substance (gas, liquid, and solid) co-exist in equilibrium. Source

The Big Storm / My Halloween Adventure

For those of you who don’t know, a big storm just hit new england, some people are going to be without power for up to 6 days here.  So the other day I woke up with no power, fully expecting to not have it back for awhile, so I did what any responsible adult would do...I bought a bag of mushrooms, went to the first bar with power i could find, and tripped my face off. 

I wont fully get into how weird the night was because mushrooms make everything weird, but the bar, we all bought mushrooms basically, so it was a bar full of people tripping, and in usual Caucasian style everyone started fighting and being fuckin weird, which made it weird for me, i also consumed twice as much as most of them and was maintaining well.

I remember at one point before the fighting, the tripping people were already tripping, and me being large and having such a high tolerance i wasnt yet.  so they kept tabs on me basically ( these are all people i know, that i drink with ) and at one point im finally tripping my face off, im starring at a chalk board of smudged erase marks, and its rippling like fabric, and the image i saw vaguely was an ape smiling at me, and i hear my name yelled, and i look up and the whole bar is starring at me, and i waved and said, hi, whats up.  and they you know asked how i was doing ( they knew it had finally hit me ) and i says you know, i was good til the whole bar was looking at me, thats weirding me out, etc.

So let me paint a picture, i leave the bar tripping, i had left my car window open the day before so it was damp, and the inside of the window was so wet i couldnt see.  I tried to wipe it with my jacket, which of course just smeared all the nicotine, and my car does this fun thing, when its wet the heat doesnt work and it squeels if you try, of course i dont want to be noticed so i cant use the heat.

So here i am, after eating oh, maybe a quarter of mushrooms when all is said and done, and im driving home blind, i mean if i was sober id have still been blind.  the roads look wider than they are, too wide, then too narrow, everytime a car passes me im blinded by light and have to just try and keep a straight line. 

I come home to an empty, dark house, maybe 50 degrees, no power, no heat.  so I light a bunch of candles, and play my guitar, and feel you know, strange.  I went to sleep at somepoint, and kept getting like a sort of, i heard a chatter of random things said to me, and blips of faces, of course on mushrooms when you shut your eyes often you get weird colorful geometric patterns which i was getting too, so im not sure if i actually slept or what, sleep was hard.

Thats my halloween story, no power, tripping my brains out.

I soon came to understand that drink, tobacco and prostitutes were all great means if dissipating (even for a few moments) my dread for human beings. I came even to feel that if I had to sell every last possession to obtain these means of escape, it would be well worth it.

Osamu Dazai

Jesus follow one meth barbie here and all they suggest is meth barbies, we get it, mommy didnt love you or daddy/uncle touched you when you were a kid, and now you smoke meth, and when you’re done smoking meth, you post pics of other people smoking meth, and thats just, as deep as your little pea brain goes.  How, stimulating.

Here is another song I played on the kids guitar ( its actually a really nice playing spanish guitar its just...small ) which I play admittedly different on purpose, I never liked the original rhythm it doesn’t feel right.  Though his is much better, this is Bob Dylans “ You Belong to Me “