December the 9th. Night-time. Its been a long, hard day. As I lay here, watching a documentary on the life and death of Hunter S. Thompson, I feel that somehow things are about to change. Not for better or worse. Just that somehow, nothing will ever be the same again.
Life. Always changing. Never living up to the dreams we hope for. In the end, nothing we do is ever worth much to anyone, and if it is it is soon forgotten in the mists of time.
But who wants to think about that, right?
So I roll up some weed and light that shit up and fly away to a pretty place where the flowers grow and live happily ever after. Or at least for an hour or two. Watching cartoons, drinking beer, marvelling at the stars. Connecting with nature. Connecting with the universe. Seeing the beauty in life. Instead of the steaming pile of dog-shit I’m served for breakfast every morning. I’ll eat it. But no-one is going to tell me I have to smile while I do it.
In a way, things HAVE changed. I’m not here to tell you my shit life story. Almost everyone has a shit life story and no-one wants to hear anyone bitch n moan about it. I’m here to tell you what happens next. As we all know, it is now officially “FESTIVE SEASON”… like a bad nightmare for people who don’t party, right? Now is when the animals get let out of their cages. A scary prospect, to be sure. Which is probably why people only do it once a year. Well, most people anyway. But why? It’s so much fun. So I’ve decided to have a festive “LIFE”. And yes, that means everything that you think it means. As of now I am on my 3rd beer, 2nd joint and first anti-nausea pill (though that is for a different reason – I have insomnia and no sleeping pills. 2 usually does the trick). But you get the relative idea. Madness is sure to ensue. But that’s the thing…I don’t know if its just me, maybe I’m cursed, but sometimes it feels that no matter what happens, things will always be insane. Watch a comedy, the guy that everything mad happens to, that’s me. But it’s how you look at it that matters. When I gave in, I had fun. So why should the fun stop now? It’s only up to me. And I like having fun. I mean, it’s…fun?(insert blank look here)
December 10th…I’ve been awake for a while. Had one beer. Watching some TV. This is NOT a good start. Two beers are waiting for me in the freezer but another six-pack needs to come my way. Don’t feel like spending any money though so I’ll get my brother in law to ferry one over. Weed stocks are low. THAT definitely needs to be rectified soon. Because FUCK being normal. That has never done me any good.
So…my plans…hmmmm…let me see…
Drink…check
Smoke…check
TV…check
Well THAT was easy.
Ok, so that’s today done, but about the rest of the time? Surely I can’t do that every day? Well to be honest, I can. That’s what I’ve been doing thus far. But I think its time to switch things up a little. Alcohol intake will definitely increase. Switching to liquor will be the first thing. Beer will now become secondary. And seeing as I haven’t done any drugs for almost 2 years I think a couple grams of coke, some acid and maybe some mdma should get me up to speed. And by speed I mean “unplugged from the matrix”
Not really much of a plan is it…that’s basically just “GET WASTED”, but then again, my plans never really work out all that well so the less structure, the better.
Time to get the wheels turning. No more routine-cack. Its time to be free and run around like a crazy retarded monkey. On fire. But first, its time to shower. Then smoke a joint. And then? Well…who the hell knows. I sure don’t.
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