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I quite badly cut my hand on a knife about ten years ago when I was incredibly fucking drunk. I was really angry about something, and was smashing some things in my house when I grabbed a knife and stabbed a wooden dining table. :| My hand slipped and ran down the blade and I sliced all my tendons, nerves, muscles in the fingers of my right hand. I had to have an operation, with plastic surgery and couldn't use my hand properly for about 6 months. Painful rehabilitation too. My hand is about 80% of its old capacity; I cannot grip all that well and the inside of each finger is permanently numb. :\ It does not hinder me but fuck, I deeply regret having done that. It actually really set off a lot of the old anxiety I felt as a child, and it was then that I started using benzo's constantly and opiates.

WOW that post made me cringe.

Smashing things in a blind range... ahh the memories. The worst I ever did was to smash a glass bowl onto my countertop, which of course broke and sliced my hand, but luckily it wasn't bad enough to cause any serious problems, just a lot of blood.

It used to really frighten me as a child when my dad would get like that; he seemed totally unpredictable and dangerous, which I think kinda fucked me up psychologically for awhile, because I had a hard time trusting people.

I'm really glad to be much more chilled out nowadays.

Wonder if it's possible to get drunk on evaporating alcohol?

Actually it totally is. I dunno if people do it for any other reason than simply to prove it's possible, but you can get drunk by inhaling ethanol vapors.
 
'Ere and there :) How are you laika?

My right arm and leg feel quite numb. Fucking sciatic nerve bullshit. I didn't have problems with it until. a few years back I passed out for 15 hours and woke up with a slipped disk. :\ Damn.
 
Yeah i developed a severe case of cubital tunnel that lasted about 3 years when I passed out one night with my arm folded under me. I was sleeping at some dudes house I met on craigslist on the floor of some backroom/shed hybrid with steady streams leaking from the ceiling. When I woke up, the air mattress i fell asleep on had deflated completely, and my whole right arm was numb. I only had feeling in my thumb and forefinger and everything else was 100% unusable. Band practice the following days was basically ruined. Luckily something like that is curable for the most part, at least in my situation. Definitely a traumatic event, though.
 
Anyone ever taken n-acetyl-cysteine before drinking? I have tried, seems to cushion the crash a bit if you don't overdo it.
 
'Ere and there :) How are you laika?

My right arm and leg feel quite numb. Fucking sciatic nerve bullshit. I didn't have problems with it until. a few years back I passed out for 15 hours and woke up with a slipped disk. :\ Damn.
Heh I always see you around the forum, I was actually directing that at Thou.. But hey you! We should catch up some time. I've been 'round 'ere & there too m8.. I've been pretty aight.. Just constantly figuring shit out.. The busiest slacker you'll ever meet.
 
WOW that post made me cringe.

Smashing things in a blind range... ahh the memories. The worst I ever did was to smash a glass bowl onto my countertop, which of course broke and sliced my hand, but luckily it wasn't bad enough to cause any serious problems, just a lot of blood.

The most I ever did was, like 3 years ago or so, my ex-wife was being so incredibly frustrating, plus the frustration of my powerlessness in the whole situation for 10 years, that I punched the refrigerator, dented it and broke my hand. That's the worst for me, it sucked, it was my dominant hand, a boxer's fracture they called it. The specialist basically tried to force me into surgery with metal rods, I told them not to schedule it and I'd think about it and they said ok and then the next morning valled me and told me I missed the pre-op visit and I was going to be charged for it but I should still come 2 days later for the surgery. The doctor I saw was really pushy about the surgery, he said my hand would never right again without it, but they they'd have to re-break it first (because by the time I saw the specialist it had already been a week) and it would take 10 weeks to recover. I talked to various people, including one lady who said she got a rod in her hand and 20 years later it still hurts sometimes and she regrets doing it. So, I decided not to do it, and the doctor's office would call once every day telling me about how my surgery was scheduled and if I missed it I'd have to pay out of pocket because there's no cancellation, but they'd never answer the phone for days and days. Finally I got ahold of someone after leaving many messages that I had never scheduled it so I'm not paying, and I got mad at them and told them I didn't appreciate their business practices and they got real nice and told me it was fine and I didn't owe them anything, But they also told me I was being a fool for not doing the surgery.

Well, my hand is fucking fine. =D So I was right. Bitches.

Hey folks long time ño see. Missed you weirdos :). The future's fucking weird!

Hey man, welcome back!
 
So, I've finally put together a very rough draft of the first few chapters (about 20,000 words) of my ('semi-autobiographical,' as I've said before, and I mean it, not all of this is my story, but 100% of it either happened, is a compositive character or blended real events, or is perfectly plausible.)

I don't want to, or I'm not ready to, share it publicly, but if anyone is interested PM me.

A few excerpts, for the curious —

NSFW:

Cover




First page (crime story; the general frame)

Most of the chapters are pretty short and open with a quotation of some kind



Tripping stories ...




(sorry for the accidental overlay of the volume-adjustment tool lol, I'll have to rectify this, and BTW if you're wondering, the narrator is talking about listening to this recording of a Grateful Dead Show on March 1st, 1969, which is something I would recommend to positively everyone, although I'd warn you, it might ruin your appreciation for some of their latter-day work :|)

Know your history and local color...



Stories from the music-touring circuit...



...which takes you to some odd places and makes you meet some odd people.



Sex and drugs and rock'n'roll...




Whole thing is a stew of crime, love, drugs, and general fuckery in the very late 90s/early '00s, surrounding the "lot" culture but also small-town, economically depressed, Rust Belt Americana.

(NSFW is just for size/clutter)
 
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Dude, seriously, great stuff. You've really been putting work into this, clearly. I can't wait to read the finished thing. :) I think it's cool you're using your experiences to make art, I think that's the essence of what's beautiful in life, taking the emotions of an experience and turning them into something eternal and beautiful that can touch someone else and share some of that emotion.
 
Dude, seriously, great stuff. You've really been putting work into this, clearly. I can't wait to read the finished thing. :) I think it's cool you're using your experiences to make art, I think that's the essence of what's beautiful in life, taking the emotions of an experience and turning them into something eternal and beautiful that can touch someone else and share some of that emotion.

thanks, bro! appreciation means a lot.

yes, it takes effort and a lot of emotional energy I guess, some of this shit I don't really wanna recall
the first 60 pages or so (which I've done, and sent to you as I will to other people I trust reasonably who are interested)
are pretty light compared to some of the dark and heavy shit that went on later (although it's non-linear, the protagonist starts off a do-nothing junkie layabout in a small town taking a few classes at college and running random scams to get dope, but we start out in media res where he's clearly doing a lot better for himself)
I'm committed now, I want to put it down on paper
the times (ca. 1999-2010 but mostly 2004-2008 I think) were very, very special and also at times really hardcore and scary parts of my life, which I'm putting down on paper as fiction (most or many of the characters, including the protagonist/sometimes-narrator, are composites but reflect real people and real events even if names, places, and stories are shifted around somewhat in poetic license and so as not for it to be entirely a confessional novel I guess)

BTW the last excerpt( that I just actually edited in) may a bit explain my love for asymmetrical tryptamines ;)

I'm (temporarily) not working right now so I have a lot of time to pursue creative ventures, including a totally unrelated poem I wrote (I think that I posted it somewhere so forgive me if this is a duplicate) commemorating (deploring) the 99th anniversary of the Balfour Declaration, which, together with the slightly earlier Sykes-Picot agreement, are largely responsible for making the Middle East the shitshow that it is today. I've done some serious fiction and nonfiction writing (including one journal publication with a few citations to my name, surprisingly nothing to do with drugs) but poetry is kind of a new form to me. This one almost came to me out of nowhere, though ... I'm pretty proud of it tbh and may plan on exploring some poetic forms a bit more, too.

 
Cool, I like that too. You've got a good voice, it's very visceral and hits deep, especially the one you're working on now. Takes you off on little trips and sometimes sends you reeling a little when it pulls you back to the main point. The effect is chaotic in a very nice way, it covers a lot of ideas and scenes while still articulating a narrative story.
 
SKL, that was fucking interesting. I'd like to read more! :) You write well, distinctive style, bit stream-of-consciousness. You really should start a cult.
 
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