So I decided I would take a break--
indefinitely--
from smoking pot.
I'm pretty sure that it's going to be replaced with a mix of alcohol, cigarettes and xanax.
A lot of cigarettes.
I woke up today with a note on my bed that said Never wake up before noon, never be sober after.
The same man who left me the note swayed outside of a Dan Deacon show in Baltimore, howling, how many of you know you're alive? how many of you know you're alive? you fucking zombies and the black bandanna tied around his head Rambo-style slipped over his eyes and he tore it off, chucked it at the gutter that he loves so much, before he bummed a ride home to eat sea foam moldy bread, apple cores, stare into the bottom of last night's empty wine bottle stained purple--
Christ, what the fuck am I talking about?
I aim to get to that point whee my sinuses no longer wince at the whiskey in my gullet.
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