November 30th

So I believe my mother’s birthday was either yesterday(or today, not important really) and I thought about calling and give a nice sweet, albeit sarcastic birthday wish, but I didn’t. Whatever. I’m off for breakfast.

Hahahaha. I saw a guy almost get hit by a car just now. I was on the way to the store and he jaywalked and almost got taken out. What made it funnier was on the way back from the store I saw the same guy almost get hit again. Fuckin’ moron. Well, I’m off to work, bye!

December 3rd

A girl last night at the Empress was all over me, and although I was fully loaded up with E and some vodka, I had enough sense to “just say no”. And even though I found my way of saying no to be nothing but honest she called me an asshole. Guess she doesn’t know that since I’ve been called that since I was a child, that I actually like hearing those words. Apparently too being honest is not always good. Telling a girl that she should lose the mullet, drop 30 pounds, wear looser clothes, cover cleavage and brush her teeth and maybe I’d consider it isn’t supposed to be nice. All I can say after she lost it on me is “hey, free beauty tips never hurt anyone”. Stupid cows and their inability to see the external beauty. I hate people who think the inner beauty is all that counts. Ever noticed ugly people always believe this haha. Whatever. But I’m off to Sardis now. Need to party it up.

December 4th

Holy crap. It’s 930 am and I’m just got in from some bush party. I try passing out but couldn’t so it’s cool. Guess when it’s time to go to work in 3 hours I’ll still have a buzz. What good lies ahead for me today I wonder.

Ughhh. It’s 11 or so at night and I gotta say, no more drinking til 8:00am. Feeling the effect of a hangover at 630 pm while at work is not a good time. And to make it worse, I spent a good hour hunched over a garbage can and dry heaving. Well, guess being up for 36 hours has taken its toll. Goodnight.

December 5th

Well, it’s saturday and I’m off to Vancouver today. Just got a call from Tim and he says he knows a good hang out place on Hastings. So that’s where I’m off too. He told me he’d hook me up with all kinds of shit, so I’ll be good drug wise. But before I do that, a shower, breakfast and a beer is in store for me. See ya in a few days.

Well, I was gonna leave this journal at home , but I needed something to occupy my mind while on the bus. It’s such a beautiful day considering its december. And if this girl sitting in front of me leans her chair back again, I’ll fuckin’ punch her in the back of the head. OK, I wont do that, but all I keep picturing is the scene from Commando where Arnold knocks out this big black guy on the airplane.

So now I’m waiting for the sky train or whatever it’s called. I’ll be down on the east side of Hastings street in half hour and I’ll be ready to do it up. Here’s to hoping I make it back to the ‘Wack in one piece.

December 7th

Remind me to never spend another night in a holding cell at the cop shop downtown again. Haha. Some goof last night tipped off some cops about this guy we were gonna get some drugs off of, and you know with my great luck and all, they showed up when we were there. Luckily for me, they aren’t pressing charges against us. But if I see the guy that ratted on buddy, I’ll have a nice friendly chat with him. Lord knows if I hit him, I’ll definitely get charged.

So anyway, saturday was fun. Went to some “pub” as it was supposed to be, but I can honestly say that I’ve never been in a public place where people are doing rails and shooting up right there at the tables. Some freaky shit for sure, but at least playing darts was fun, which come to think of it, is 4 or 5 dart boards randomly placed in a place like this safe? Don’t seem like it to me. Any who, after we left that shit hole, we made our way to some place in Burnaby. Metrotown I think it’s called, I dunno. It was some big ass mall with a 24 hour Playdium in it. We thought going to it would be a blast, you know hallucinogens and all, and it was, that is until we almost got in a fight. And if it weren’t for my undying stance I have against violence, I’d of let the guys I was with to beat the shit out of this dude. But instead security showed, and seeing as we weren’t quite thinking clearly, we thought that instead of letting them escort us out of the building, we’d make a beeline for it ourselves. And being the genius that I know I am, I decided to go through the mall. Note to self: Just leave the building when asked too, it sure as hell beats running through some big ass mall that you’ve never been it before. Regardless, I got found, and although I’m proud to say I lasted like 15 minutes, I’m banned from there for a year. So after me and one guy roamed around the parking lot looking for our friends for about an hour or so, we all met up and headed back downtown. All I remember after this was going back to that pub we were at. Hope I didn’t do anything stupid, although waking up in some alleyway indicates that I may have done just that.

So onto yesterday. Oh yesterday. What an awesome day. Yes, I’m being sarcastic. We met up with Jake. He called me saying he needed an excuse not to spend the day with his girl, so I told him to come downtown. I even went so far as to call Jess up and tell her I was gonna help someone move and told her that Jake needed to come too. God, are girls ever gullible. Like I’m gonna spend a day helping someone move when I have a pocket full of drugs and a city to tear apart piece by piece. So he made it down and we went to north Van so he can hook up with his cousin who was gonna party with us. Jake suggested to me that we should chill in north Van, but after about an hour, I nixed that. North Van is almost as lame as that Mel chick was. We made our way back downtown and walked by the Canucks arena. And you know, what the fuck, right? We decided to drop some shrooms and go see the Canucks play, not that there any good, or the Kings, for that matter. And the Canucks ended up winning 7-3, so it wasn’t as fun cheering for the away team. It works a lot better when the home team loses. So there were 5 of us, and surprise surprise, and 5 hot girls sitting the next row up(I love life’s little coincidences). We all got the talking and shit and all decided to go out for drinks and stuff. And after we were at the bar, me, Jake, Tim and Ryan decided to go meet up with buddy for drugs. And well, you know, 3 cruisers, a pattywagon and one more “I must add him to my list of people to fuck over royally”, here I am. He not only screws us out of money and drugs, but he totally, and unintentionally, cock blocked us to the highest degree. Fucker. I’ll find him, and until I do, I must come up with a way to fuck him over and make him feel like the biggest piece of shit out there without gettin’ myself in any kind of trouble. God knows that pigs like to defend rats.

So I guess it’s time for a shower and some sleep. I find it hard to believe that sitting in a jail cell surrounded by junkies, drunks and aftershave drinkers, that I couldn’t sleep. I have to work in 3 hours, so I best be off, maybe an hour sleep will help me out by giving me the ability to stand up. If not, fuck it, I’ll just call in.

December 8th

Ugh, work sucks. When I should have come home and slept, I decided to go to the bar and drink myself silly. And again, I must work in a short few hours. But I know this guy that gets Lorazipam or clorazapam or whatever it’s called and it’s supposed to help you sleep, so I got one and I will take it after work.

December 10th

Ok then. The other night I decided to take that pill I had about an hour before I was done work thinking that by the time I got home, I’d be able to sleep. Well, I remember being asked to pre-close and the rest is history. Jake filled me in a bit about what happened. Firstly, I ended up coming down hard on my thumb with a 12″ blade and got brought to the hospital. And I can understand now why Jake is a genius, he told the docs that he was worried that I haven’t been sleeping, of course, he didn’t know that I had some strong ass sleep aide in my system, so they injected something into my arm. Then, as he so nicely put it, I went all crazy after leaving the hospital. I ended up at the Empress and drinking nothing but Vodka. I asked him when I got up this morning why I have 300 bucks in my pocket and he said I was busy hustling some guys playing pool. And after he took me back here, I slept…and slept…and slept. And he woke me up this morning just to make sure I wasn’t dead. I wish I can remember more, but Jake was apperently sober the whole time, so at least I was being babysat.

And now I’m lying here and laughing at this pamphlet they gave me about what they injected me with. Warning: while taking this medication, refrain from consuming alcohol, narcotics or any medication used to combat sleep deprivation. Also, when used in conjuction with other medications, effects of this or other medications may be altered. Oops, my bad. I kinda wish I had more of what the doc gave me, but whatever. At least with the money I found in my pocket, there is a prescriptions for percocets. Only 30 of them but whatever, it’ll make drinking and working all that much better. See ya!

December 12th

Note to self: Crushing percocets and sucking them up my nose is a blast. Taking shrooms after the fact, is indeed not. Maybe next time I’ll skip the shrooms.

So the other night worked sucked royally, but work yesterday was a blast. Jake and Mike strongly advised against me snortin’ these pills at work, but what all can happen? With my thumb all stitched and taped, I can’t cut anything, all I can really do is work fryers, and fryers are safe. It didn’t take much for me to talk them into joining the fun, hell, I didn’t really have to. I just said “c’mon, it”ll be fun when it’s just us three tonight”, and it worked. Likemindedness works wonders. And I knew that since Mike was the closing manager, he couldn’t resist the temptaion, and man oh man was it fun. Seeing as I was delegated to just doing fryers, I gotta say, it was fun watching Jake all fucked trying to do five stations. Murphy’s law rocks. Here we thought that since it was gonna be uber dead, we’d be safe to do painkillers and smoke some pot, and like so many times before, my assumptions prove yet again to be wrong. The restaurant was full from about 5:30 to 8 or so, and even though it died right down, it was still fun and fucked all at once. And I, being blessed with the Yoda like ability of being able to think clearly at all times, convinced him that I’ll be able to get Mike to lock the doors at 10 o’clock instead of midnight, and of course Jake being the guy who’s grown so good at taking my somewhat sketchy suggestions and going along with them, thought I’d pull it off. Well, we were both wrong. We each dropped two grams of shrooms thinkin that by the time they kicked in, we’d be off on our merry way. But not to be. Mike, for obvious reasons couldn’t do shrooms, but decided he’d be good to go with another percocet, so I let him have one. Ten minutes after we were all done doing what we were doing, the owner walked in with his wife and inlaws. Mike told us just to be quiet, stay in the kitchen and act as normal as possible, and we’ll be fine.  But after going into the fridge to grab a couple things, I thought it’d be funny to throw a yellow wet floor sign at Jake. He ducked, I hit the shelve with with all the pans on it, and it collapsed. I must remind Mike never to tell me to be quiet. When asked such blatantly retarted things like that, I tend to lean the other way. Anyway, dickface came running in and asked what happened, Jake turned the other way to hide the inevitable laughter, and all I could muster up to say was “I dunno, I was cleaning the wall above it, and I guess my weight went down on it and it just collapsed”. I must take a moment here and ask myself; how the fuck do people come to be so stupid/gullible? It really blows me away. So it’s all good right? Wrong. The owner dude told Jake they had to stay open until 1am because a huge party was coming in at 113o and he wanted to make sure they had time to get meals/desserts and such. And since I was the pre-closer, I laughed whole heartedly at Jake’s shitty luck. Shoulda kept my mouth shut though, once I called him an unlucky, poor son of a bitch, owner dude told me I had to stay too, cuz he didn’t want to have Jake there much past 1.

That was work, I could have swore that by the time we got out of there that the shrooms were incredibly shitty. And yet again, the ability to think clearly or reasonably failed me. So once we left, we each took two more grams and wondered the streets. Doing more pills may, and I cannot stress the word may enough, have been a bad idea. I haven’t puked that much in a long time. Not sure if it was from the pills or the shrooms, but I do know that once we took more shrooms, the effects kicked into high gear. Walking around Chiliwack all the while being absolutely mind fucked has become somewhat of my new favorite hobby. So has being around Jake. He rocks. I think it’s become a competition to see who can out do each other when it comes to getting fucked. Not that it’s a real competition anyway…I’m a Kimball, I win by default.

So now that it’s 10 am, I think it’s time for bed. My body feels like it’s shutting down. Not sure if it’s all the drugs, lack of food, lack of sleep again or a combination of all those things, but I’m spent. Plus, I have to work tonight aagain, then go up to Hope to see some people, then find my way to Vancouver. Ugh, this will be a long couple of days for me. To quote The Rock….Just Bring it!!!

Ciao my dear journal. Don’t wait up for me.