when i wrote this...things were different - much different - from how they are now. these days, unlike then, i'd rather throw myself into a painting or a book or knitting a funky new scarf, than blasting through three days of cocaine madness. while my new addictions aren't really exciting to anyone but me, they also don't chip away at my inner balance and don't make me do recklessly retarded things like tax my body to unreasonable limits and spend my money on coke instead of saving it for something postive - like a birthday gift for my niece who will be 14 next saturday.
but i will always treasure these memories that can only made by engaging in behavior like this...and feel tremendously lucky that i've come so far!!!
{{{Lexicon Devil}}}