Archive for August, 2012
…I must admit I have a feeling creeping up on me. Feeling a little trod upon, downtrodden if you will. I’ve made my contributions to society and would for once want something back or possibly my contribution. Everyday retreat sounds just a bit better, into myself, pull back and let the world exist without me for a while. Everyday I hear the same rhetoric how somebody else wants my support, this is nothing new, but I’ve heard it for too long. Everybody Else’s standards are bugging the hell out of me. I’m middle class and paying for the welfare of the poor and subsidizing the tax breaks of the rich. It is absolutely crushing me under it’s insidious heal. So what do I do? I feel no revolution, no malice towards person or country, just tired.
Something in a in the Barnyard. We’ve come into a couple of satellite dishes that have run their course.
Tore them apart and cleaned them, one had been mounted on the roof for about seven years, the other was our internet satellite dish which was just upgraded. The miracle of spray paint, haven’t figured completely what is going on them yet. One will have a sliver moon, and a milky way space scene. Excited about it, haven’t done anything fun like this for a while. Can’t wait to mount it up in the yard somewhere.
We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a saltshaker half-full of cocaine, and a whole galaxy of multi-colored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers… Also, a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of beer, a pint of raw ether, and two dozen amyls. Not that we needed all that for the trip, but once you get locked into a serious drug collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can. The only thing that really worried me was the ether. There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of an ether binge, and I knew we’d get into that rotten stuff pretty soon.
Fun time tonite, more Ska.