[ Wednesday, November 27, 2002 ]
hey again... so here I am... still am... still be here tomorrow, well, y'know, i go, i come. Work..! who needs it? i guess we all do, money is the trouble, but i could really be contributing to life a lot better if i wasn't stuck in this dumb office. At least i can listen to Dinosaur Junior in here. Little Fury Things. nice.Dropped acid the other day, for the first time in like, two years. It was good, if somewhat surprising. The last time I did it, it was the full on timothy leary fear and loathing in los vegas sized mind fuck. i thought i'd go crazy, for ever, i thought i was going to die. Which I did, in a sense. I left this universe (well, my mind did, anyways), and lived three whole seperate lives before coming back, at least two of which i died in. and then i was sitting in the grass, by the brick wall, in the bathroom, on another planet, with mike and merlyn, 'its okay, its just the drugs, but we're all completely fucking crazy, but its just the drugs, but we're all out of our minds, but that is okay'...
whatever... that is such a whole other story. no time for that right now.
but that trip was so crazy i was like... 'well, maybe when i'm thirty i'll do it again'... but i ended up going to the cambie, swillin' beers and huffin up poppers, and bam! it seemed like a good thing to do at the time. good for a laugh. got in touch with... well, with something, anyways. it was good. the walk home was strange though. some seriously menacing vibrations along granville street at six a.m. on a november sunday morning. i thought maybe i was going to have to knife someone... but it didn't play out like that, which was good.
Escaper [11/27/2002 06:51:00 PM]
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