Stranded at a SoCal beach tonight it seems.
On top of my MMT dose of 60mg and cimetidine to potentiate from this morning , plus 4mg clonazepam gifted by a friend this afternoon:
The evening introduced me to a fuckin cool kid, gave me 3 clouds of crys from his quag, and gave my homie w the pins a faaat shot. He was feeling so good he gave me 6mg more clonazepam.
Went on a mish to pick up 4 "free" Sierra Nevada pale ales and a can of coors lite. Was gonna trade 1 kpin and 2 kava kava for a fat hot rail but homie that took the shoot just got 51/50'd again for the second time in 1 week, he had already shoot a half g earlier... so I bounced to grab the brews, hopin things is cool when i get back, if I can find my way... So if I can't set things off w that hot rail, whatevs- can't always get what u want, and the day was too kind to me by half anyways... either way the comedown won't touch me w the beer and pins, I just hope he's okay, he's had a rough go at life, but I can't help but think his insatiable appetite for IV crys bumped what would have been an epic night down to a simply rad night.
Still can't get over the fact I didn't spend a dime, them again last week everything I owned was stolen. Life is one hell of a roller coaster, eh?