We got about three inches around here last night. It was beautiful last night, flakes coming down fast, swirling around in my headlights as I drove around slower-moving cars.
Every time it snows here the first thing I can think to do is go driving around. I'll pack a bowl (or in this case my brand new lil bubbler) and drive around seeing how bad the roads are. They're never that bad around here but that doesn't stop almost everyone with a car from going somewhere.
And for some reason, most of these same people don't have a clue when they're on roads in somewhat bad weather. It's not like we got a couple of feet or something. Most roads were purely slush so there was really little danger. It was basically like driving in rain.
I pass cars quickly left and right. I'm driving around 45-55 mph, bowl in hand, beer in lap. I picked up a couple 22's later on in the night and just drove around smoking and drinking. There's relatively little risk of being pulled over on nights like this. So fuck it, I had fun.
After a few hours of that, I just went home. Up the stairs to my room. Xbox is a lot of fun when you've run out of real entertainment. TV has really lost my interest since football season ended. sportscenter is boring as piss lately. So yea, I just play GTA 4 for a few hours and pass out.
I had a dream that I burned a barn down over night. I didn't even have to take ambien to fall asleep. I guess with the beer, I got sleepy and forgot to take a pill.
I usually get pretty intense dreams when i don't take ambien. I can't really remember now what the context was around burning the barn. I just remember flames and a large red building ablaze in the middle of a cornfield. It seems so significant but I can't relate it to anything.
I woke up fine this morning too. It's not very typical for me to wake up and think, "Hey, I feel pretty good today." In fact it seems like normally these days i'm in withdrawal from something or binging on something else so much that my mornings are usually somewhat depressed or guilt-ridden.
Irony plays its sick fiddle again in my little life. I'm clean & sober (besides pot & alcohol) and i'm not depressed or tweaked or anything. Why can't I manage my drug abuse?
Why have drugs become such an important/devastating part of my life that I include them in basically everything I write? In every conversation I have with people, it feels, we end up speaking at least some about my drug usage.
If it's not one thing it's another. Like everyone in the universe, I want it one way. But it's not. It's the other way; it always is. I pretend I can go through life doing as I please, ignoring consequences. I haven't really been bottomed by this behavior either. Apparently I'll pay for it someday. Wondering when and how is just one of those daily thought processes I'm always delighted to ramble through.
Every time it snows here the first thing I can think to do is go driving around. I'll pack a bowl (or in this case my brand new lil bubbler) and drive around seeing how bad the roads are. They're never that bad around here but that doesn't stop almost everyone with a car from going somewhere.
And for some reason, most of these same people don't have a clue when they're on roads in somewhat bad weather. It's not like we got a couple of feet or something. Most roads were purely slush so there was really little danger. It was basically like driving in rain.
I pass cars quickly left and right. I'm driving around 45-55 mph, bowl in hand, beer in lap. I picked up a couple 22's later on in the night and just drove around smoking and drinking. There's relatively little risk of being pulled over on nights like this. So fuck it, I had fun.
After a few hours of that, I just went home. Up the stairs to my room. Xbox is a lot of fun when you've run out of real entertainment. TV has really lost my interest since football season ended. sportscenter is boring as piss lately. So yea, I just play GTA 4 for a few hours and pass out.
I had a dream that I burned a barn down over night. I didn't even have to take ambien to fall asleep. I guess with the beer, I got sleepy and forgot to take a pill.
I usually get pretty intense dreams when i don't take ambien. I can't really remember now what the context was around burning the barn. I just remember flames and a large red building ablaze in the middle of a cornfield. It seems so significant but I can't relate it to anything.
I woke up fine this morning too. It's not very typical for me to wake up and think, "Hey, I feel pretty good today." In fact it seems like normally these days i'm in withdrawal from something or binging on something else so much that my mornings are usually somewhat depressed or guilt-ridden.
Irony plays its sick fiddle again in my little life. I'm clean & sober (besides pot & alcohol) and i'm not depressed or tweaked or anything. Why can't I manage my drug abuse?
Why have drugs become such an important/devastating part of my life that I include them in basically everything I write? In every conversation I have with people, it feels, we end up speaking at least some about my drug usage.
If it's not one thing it's another. Like everyone in the universe, I want it one way. But it's not. It's the other way; it always is. I pretend I can go through life doing as I please, ignoring consequences. I haven't really been bottomed by this behavior either. Apparently I'll pay for it someday. Wondering when and how is just one of those daily thought processes I'm always delighted to ramble through.