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International travel is the worst I've ever experienced. I've had 4 PCR tests and 3 were in the same 24 hours period.


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www.theguardian.com

Australian governments urged to set a date to ban cigarette retail sales

Public health experts liken phasing out tobacco retailing to removing asbestos and lead paint from the market
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Australia and New Zealand are going crazy.

New Zealand has proposed new measures that include significantly reducing the number of tobacco retail outlets and possibly removing nicotine from cigarettes... while California cities Beverly Hills and Manhattan Beach ended tobacco sales on 1 January this year.
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WTF is happening?
 
Work was hard today. It wasn't a complete disaster. There were no major incidents. No broken windows... But, it was hard.

I have worked with broken people for a long time. I understand them, but that doesn't mean I can fix them. It does – however – mean I'm more likely to treat them with respect.

After becoming a parent, I now see all of the people I care for (professionaly) as a father. They all could be my children. I don't think it's possible to see through somebody else's eyes. You only understand being a parent if you are one. It changes how you perceive other people and yourself.

I don't care about other people's children more, now. Don't get me wrong.

I am projecting my children onto them.

It's not some life shattering change. Parenthood fucked me to the core less fundamentally than I thought it would.

My daughter is alive. I made her. That is enough. It doesn't need to be profound. It is simple. She is much more important than I am, to me. I would die a thousand times to protect her. I would die, in a loop, forever. I really – honestly – would.

Years ago, I got to a point where I gave up on happiness and sunk into drugs. Then, after drifting in the void forever (in human years) I started to wake up again... I stopped drifting. But, I stopped in the darkness. When I stopped, everything was worse.

Before you take drugs, you are pure.

Now that I've stopped, the trail of emotional baggage is overwhelming.

…

My bathroom is being renovated. My wife is sick. She tested negative for COVID, thank God, because she's super sick from a bug that I kicked in 24 hours... and she's over 10 years younger than me. She always gets sicker than me and I've been treating my veins like a dumpster for decades.

My genes were super strong to begin with. Both sides of my family lived a good innings, except those who hit the bottle or the pipe too hard. The jury is out on my longevity.

Anyway, I went for a walk just now because the bathroom guy is a workaholic apparently. He never fucking leaves, so I've got to walk down the road into the local park to have a puff for the next two weeks.

I balanced a joint on top of my right ear and cracked open my third bottle of Asahi Super Dry and I told him I was going out. I said, if I don't see you when I get back... well, I'll see you tomorrow.

The mother fucker is still here!

Anyway, I went for a walk to smoke a joint. I was running low so I bought a new strain. More expensive. Super dry. Like way dryer than I like. But, recommended by reasonable people.

Before I leave the house, I see this kid riding his bicycle down the street while carrying a shovel.

This strikes me as odd, but I don't think of it again until I arrive in the park and see the kid - and his friends - digging a ramp for their bikes. I've noticed them before, these kids, but I didn't put two and two together when I saw the shovel cyclist. My first thought was jousting.

I'm losing track of shit.

When I walk into park, the leader of the group shouts at me, “throw us a beer, mate!”

This is not typical for Melbourne, but it's typical – more or less – for my neck of the woods.

I am in my work clothes. This is my neighbourhood. I tell him no. I say, “You're a bit young, mate.”

He persists. He says, “No, I'm not! I'm a teenager.”

I'm still walking. I look back and say “What are you: thirteen?”

He nods.

I tell him, “Yep, too young.”

He gets angry all of a sudden and yells out: “Fuck you. It tastes like cat piss anway.”

…

I wait for the best moment to light up. The park is pretty crowded, but it's big and there are lots of paths. It's like Pacman, smoking in this park. You constantly have to backtrack when the ghosts appear... I don't want to smoke in front of kids.

I end up on a cricket pitch in the middle of a footy oval. A teenager (not thirteen, more like seventeen) is doing laps of the oval.

I stand there and puff on my joint and drink my beer.

It's pretty obvious what I'm doing, but I can destroy the evidence by the time anybody reaches me and I'm not hurting anyone anway. So, fuck them. I'm a valuable member of society. I need space to exist too.

I finish my joint in the traditional way, by flicking off the burning ember, then ripping apart the rest of the roach and disposing it in pieces like some kind of prison inmate.

I don't do this because I live in a police state.

I do it because I am careful.

On my way out of the park, the leader of the feral kids sees me and his eyes light up. He yells out, “Still on the beers, mate?”

I say to him: “How do you know what cat piss tastes like, anyway?”

He's confused. He doesn't know what to say.

I add, “Do ya drink it straight from the cat?”

His friends crack up laughing.

They say, “Oh, you got owned.”

I do a mic drop motion.

One of the ferals says, “He did a mic drop, too!”

I finish my beer and throw it in an open green (residential) bin on the way out of the park. It makes a much louder noise than anticipated and I realize it's not a recycle bin. It's a garden waste bin... But, that little fucker is watching me. I can't let him win. So, I leave it there.

I'm super stoned. I've got to be careful around here.

The feral leader might kill me one day... or maybe the guy with the garden waste bin.

Life is dangerous in suburbia.
 
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I work in two houses IRL. One of the houses is super toxic, but I'm a softy so I try to see the good in everyone.

The pay rate is the same.

I should leave the toxic house.
 
Hey everyone in CEPS! I'm trying out a bit of a different kind of social thread in Drug Culture. Go into DC and check out the "Stimulant Social Parlor". Minimal moderation. You can be fucked up or sober as a judge. It is a bit of an experiment TBH. You opinionated weirdos could contribute interesting stuff there. Check it out. Make a post. Tell me what you think.
 
poor bird

he's got a lot on his plate now since he volunteered to edit and modify the discussion



it's still a developing story....

and if you don't find it interesting, abandon the threads


oh wait you have to stay because that's your job -to keep an eye on me and everybody else

well then maybe you should both retire and ride off in the sunset as BL crew


now we're talkin
 
i'll tell ya what

you two need something to do?

go get this smilie added ---->
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idk why its not here when ive never seen a smilie that belonged here quite like that one


let me know when you get that done and then i'l have something else for you both to do


thanks
 
Mr. Krinkle said:
i'll tell ya what

you two need something to do?

go get this smilie added ---->
UPnqy5f.gif


idk why its not here when ive never seen a smilie that belonged here quite like that one


let me know when you get that done and then i'l have something else for you both to do


thanks
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go find the smiley thread in the lounge lazy butt. You sound like a damn lib wanting everything handed to you.
 
now i need to find something else for the up twins to do....

those 2 are a pain in the ass mal
 
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