I'm reading this and I feel like I've fallen to Earth from another planet. Eat? Smoke? Sleep? Whaaaaat?
When I'm on a comedown from pills NOTHING can go near my mouth for fear of cotton-mouth-walnut-stomach comedown death: therefore absolutely nothing can go in my stomach and absolutely nothing can go in my lungs. I can't prepare myself in advance because as soon as I drop my insides turn to mush and if I've eaten anything I have to spend ages in the loo (gross, but true).
I'm amazed to discover there's a world out there where it possible to just, oh I dunno, take some ket or smoke a spliff, and be fine.. I had to stop pilling cause it was taking up to a week to recover... Maybe i just need a bear. Haven't seen any in London for a while...