technically, my weekend rampage began on Wednesday night, after the show at house of blues. i was nervous as a hoe in church and hadn't done any stimulants before. but once people began to show up, and we got going, it melted away, and the fact that i was on stage in leather pants and gorilla gloves with two giant gold ropes around my neck seemed to make perfect sense. and naturally, i couldn't wait to get drunk afterward. that led to dive bars and stiff drinks and a bad Thursday morning chaser. that of course meant long day at work, which of course meant more drinking and smoking after. by Friday I'm smoked out so......lets trip? i guess....its all hazy from there. warehouse parties and boxes of chicken, moons that eat cars, Frenchmen and men on stilts, weddings in cemeteries, wrestling on the floor of your favorite local neighborhood bar. yeah, we tear it up on the weekends.
but now its monday and the weekend is dead.
here in the real world i must yet again question the validity of the hallucinagen experiments. or maybe its the other way around. perhaps i should question the real world? and another voice tells me that in a world of emergent information and symbiotic relationships, there are no real answers so i should just shut the fuck up.
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