December 14th
Oh man, too…much…drugs. Just kidding, not enough actually. If there’s something worse than doing so much drugs, it’s not having any to wake up too. The other night at work was a shit show. After that night at work I should have slept all day, but instead Jake thought it’d be best if we went to the bar and drink away our lack of sleep. So I go into work at 4pm and I was drunk. Pretty easy to hide it until I get hot and you can actually smell the booze sweating out of me, at which point they sent me home. So I made it up to Hope earlier then expected, which wasn’t a bad thing. Spent the whole night smoking up, eatin shrooms and drinking. I think I may have gotten laid, but not so sure. If I did, it couldn’t have been that good or I may have remembered it…but then again with the state of mind I was in, it was probably the best lay I’ve ever had and am too much of an idiot to remember. Need some air, be back in a bit.
So anyway, that was my night in a nutshell. Can’t supply details cuz there a bit lacking, but yesterday afternoon I made my way to Vancouver. Jake was supposed to come, but when worked called for someone, I told them Jake said he was open to pick up shifts, so they coaxed him into going in. Oh well, just me I guess. It probably would have been better to have him there, but hey, I managed. So I got lost on the skytrain and ended up somewhere near White RocK(??). Now I’ve always been one to go out and explore, but boy, when I walked out of the station and saw all these million dollar homes I turned around and got the hell out of there. I’d rather be beating up junkies on Hastings then dealing with these people. Rich fuckers, probably think I’ll rob them or something. So once I found my way back to downtown I ran into Tim selling drugs on Granville, right near the courthouse, go figure. We hung out a bit downtown and afterwards he said he had to go meet his girl in Coquitlam. So we made our way down there, and wow, she’s a twat. She freaked on him for bringin me over to her place cuz apparently I was just some druggie from downtown. So while he argued with her, I just slipped out the back door and ditched him there. I made my way down to some slummy area of this part of town, it seemed pretty bad, which I’m all for, although I didn’t think it was full of prostitutes offering me head for a fix. That was a sign to get out of there. After roaming around for a while Tim called me up to ask where the hell I went, I told him I left…reason: I like pussy, but I hate cunts. Might have been funnier had he not had me on speaker phone with his girl right there, but what the fuck ever. I guess it’s all good though, he came and met me at a timmie’s somewhere near the highway.
We sat in the timmie’s for a bit and filled our coffees with a couple different crushed up pills. Not sure what they were, but fuck was I ever fucked. It was pretty fucked how fucked we were. And at this point it was almost midnight and we made our way up the highway as it was too late to catch the skytrain back. Which brings me to a lesson I learned; never walk across a 4 km, 6 lane wide bridge with no shoulders while totally out of it. It was like watching that movie The Program, only we didn’t lie down in the middle of the bridge. I was scared shitless, so I came up with the idea of climbing up on the guard rail with a 600 or so feet drop below me, and crawl along it instead of taking my chances with the cars. I can’t imagine seeing two guys crawling along the guard rail on a major highway. So after doing this for about km, I looked over the side of the bridge and realised there was some sort of walkway presumably for maintenance workers. We jumped down and made our way across the rest of the bridge and found this drop in centre of sorts. It was some sort of christian thing but we thought whatever, let’s drop in and say hi. I remember not much after this, but I do remember this broad telling us that it wasn’t a flop house and that it was a place to get help which in my defence, I needed help…scoring some coke…we were quickly kicked out. I hate people with no sense of humor.
All I remember after that was passing out in an alleyway somewhere off of Robson street. I walked in my place around 10 am today, and damn if I know how I got back, but I did. It’s now like 8 or so and I still feel like I haven’t quite had enough sleep. I’m off to pass out again. Bye.
December 15th
Wow. It’s 9am, and not only am I awake, but I feel rejuvenated. Come to think of it, that may not be a good thing, but whatever. I have a whole day to do nothing but work at 5, think I’ll go out and try to have a drug free day, maybe do some shopping or something.
Wowser, I could kill Jake. I feel ranting is best right now, my drug free day ain’t free after all. Bastard put something in my coffee haha, I love him. Just got in from work and whatever it is he gave me is just kicking in now, so I’m leaving now and heading to Little Mountain. Have I mentioned yet that I love being on pills/coke/hallucinating stuff while partying off the edge of a mountain, cuz if i haven’t I doooooooo. Bye.
December 16th
Shit, my head hurts. Like really bad it hurts. But apparently clorazipam helps headaches, so I took two and it hasn’t helped yet. But hopefully it does soon, or I’m gonna need other stuff in my body to account for the apparent lack of help these pills aren’t supplying.
Okayyyyy, I just called my brother John. And for a guy who was supposedly my best friend growing up, you know the brother that looked out for me, he seemed really unpleasant to hear from me. Some people don’t find it amusing when you run away from your city without telling anyone, and finding your way into a life of drugs. The damn nerve he has. Maybe it wasn’t the best to call him when I’m spaced out, but he could have at least expressed to me that he was happy that I was alive or something. Geez I drop off the face of the earth and not even a missing persons report was put out for me? I love my life, I really do, I just hate the people in it. I’m out.
December 19th
Fuckin’ eh. Yesterday I smacked my head off the fridge door at work and wound up at the hospital again. Probably wasn’t good going into work again with stuff in my system but what the heck right? I split my head opened, and I have no idea how but they gave me a cat scan cuz it hasn’t been too long since I fell off the balcony. Told me something about how I have to take it easy for a few days, so I remarked “take it easy how? no physical activities or no drugs?” he told me the first one…I love a doctor who’s honest.
So here I am laying in bed. Jake should be home from work soon, and he’s picking something up for us to do, since I have to “relax”. Let’s see how long that lasts. Anyway, gonna go play a video game and wait (in)patiently. Bye.
Holy fuck!!!!!!!!! PCP kicks ass. Why haven’t I done this before, bye again.
Oh ya…Mrs.Robinson….jesus loves you more than you will know. Also, heaven holds a place for those who pray. Gee, shut the fuck up Garfunkel, we all know Simon had all the talent.
December 21st
I’d tell you about the other night, but quite frankly, I can’t. All’s I remember is being, for the life of me not knowing why but, being extremely pissed off at Art Garfunkel for sucking. And now that I’m sober, I still say he sucks. Shower time, booyah!
On break at work. Not really a great night business wise, but fun nonetheless. This tool of a dishwasher named Skyler got mad and when he went to slam the door of the dishwasher down hard out of anger, this 15 yr old kid was pulling a tray out of the dishwasher…needless to say, one went to the hospital, while the other got suspended. Note to self: You can do coke, pills, shrooms, acid, or be drunk, but watch out if you ever accidentally hurt someone else. Well, I’m off to close dish now. And with Mike closing as manager, and Jake and Dave closing line, I have a feeling that tonight will be yet another great one. Boo!!!
December 24th
Christmas Eve and i just got in from work. Jake is gone to visit his parents(who hate him I might add), and it’s only 6pm and I’m already bored shitless. No transit going into the city until boxing day now. I guess I can hitchhike, but since it’s Christmas, I’ll just sit in my apartment and get drunk. Thumbs up to being the loneliness fuckhead on the planet.
Drunk now. It’s midnight and I’ve been sitting here staring at that stupid fireplace show/channel…you know, the one that has a fireplace and xmas music. Guess I’ll open the gift jake got me, which by the way, I told him not to open his gift in front of his family(they may not approve of an eight ball of coke).
Wow, what a gift. He got me two actually, one was an eight ball of coke(yay to having common interests) and the other was in a box. A porn video with a rope, and a note attached to it which read as follows:
“Merry Xmas dude, hope you can survive two days without me. And please, for the life of me, don’t pull a Michael Hutchence. Lots of drug induced love, Jake.”
Gotta like a guy who gives me drugs along with a porn and some rope only to make a joke like that. Merry Xmas to you too…fucker!
December 26th
Xmas was great. That broad that I wasn’t sure I fucked or not stopped by. And yes, apparently, we did do the nasty, all the while me signing CCR. I rock! How can one make sex that much more enjoyable you ask? Well, sing Down on the Corner by CCR, like the innuendo in the lyrics aren’t suggestive in any way. So whatever, we hung out most of day drinking and her telling me how her parents kicked her out when she was 14 and she’s pretty much had to make her way up to this point (must be the Force I gotta say, I mean why else could I sing that song to a girl who has probably spent some time whoring herself out….I kid I kid comma, why? Because I heart exclamation point. Damn this shit’s good). It was fun nonetheless, it’s always great meeting a girl who can down a 40 of jack and still find it in her to…ummmm, nevermind that part.
I woke up this morning to that damn Under My Thumb song. “under my thumb, is a dog who just, had her day”. Way to go Mick for calling a woman a dog, hopefully you made her bark too haha. Went for a walk and some bum asked me for money, in which I told him I had none. He yelled at me calling me some choice words, and watched me go into an ATM. When I came out, he asked if I could spare some change again . I told him the machine only gives me bills. And here I was holding 700 bucks in my hand. Haha fuck you, get a job. I’m off to work I guess. And shit, Note to Self: never try doing a line while a fan is blowing in your direction.
December 28th
How does one go from work on Boxing Day to waking up this morning in a homeless shelter in downtown Seattle? Beats the fuck out of me, but it musta been a good one cuz that’s where I was. I blame it on Jake though. At work the other night he kept talkin about how he can get a bj if he makes it to Olympia. I told him to go that direction, it’d be better good. I have no idea what has happened to him, but I’m just getting home. Must remind myself never to walk up to a border crossing. They suspect people walking down the highway with no money, no ID, and blood-shot eyes. I told him just to let me go, I’m canadian, I hate americans, they all should die. He laughed and sent me through without a hassle. Call it what you will, but I think I have a way with people…whether it be utter brilliance or the utmost stupidity is yet to be decided, but still, I have a way. Must go to work. Shower first though. Not sure If it’s the smell of actual booze, or the stench of being in a city of 4 million americans, but either way, I smell like shit. Byeeeee!!!!!
Oh before I go, I just wanted to make mention that I now know why I hate Garfunkel so much. As I was in the shower and singing I am a Rock, I realised why: His fucking hair!!! Shit dude, you’re not buddy from Bram Stoker’s Dracula. Geez.
December 31st
New year’s eve. It’s about 11 am, or I think it is…let me do the math…hmmm, dropped 3 grams of shrooms at around 10 and they take an hour or so to kick in, yep, it’s 11 am. Damn my math is good. I figured I’d write before I’m totally gone. Couple days ago I got in my first fight. Woohoo right? right. I kicked his ass, literally. After I gave him a few shots in the head, he turned to walk away and I kicked his ass. Go me, and the next time I see him I’ll apologise. I shouldn’t feel like shit for hitting someone but I do. Now I know how it feels and I don’t like it.
REMINDER FOR THE FUTURE: NO FIGHTING. EVER. GOT IT? GOOD.
Bye!
Urgggg, Jake no home yet, and I’m tripping. Just called stupid cuntshit and he told me he lied what time he’ll be back just so he can have a laugh. It’s only 12:31 pm and it feels sooo late. But Letterman ain’t on so it can’t be late yet. Why am I writing anyway? Oh wait, I know cuz I can and will and must. How can I remember these days in like a year if I don’t write them down for myself to enjoy.
“please allow me to introduce myself…I’m a man with wealth and taste”….I was around when Jesus Christ had his moments of doubt and pain….made damn sure the pilot washed his hands and sealed his fate….please to meet you hope ya guess my name….what’s puzzlin’ you…is it the nature of my game”
Wow, such an awesome song, but must turn it off now, it makes me think of satan. And roses. Mmmmm, roses. I’m out(of my fucking mind)!
Jake is sitting here and staring at me…I’m trying to hide behind you so he don’t see me, but it’s like hiding behind a lamp-post. And I must say those flowers on the balcony look awesome, maybe I should a eaten them, but instead I ate mushrooms. And holy fuck he’s either staring at me or that goddamn yummy looking flower, but then again who wouldn’t, its yummy.
3:51…do you know were kids are? God that commercial was so lame. And Jake is actually about to eat the flower that I dared him to eat. He better share.
This clock is driving me insane. It says it’s 4:20 and I ain’t got no weed. Hmm, can I substitute weed with other smokable things? Let me check. Basil, no. Oregano, no, Mushrooms, hmm maybe. Oh shit it burns like weed haha.
Just smoked shrooms rolled like a joint. Who knows if it’ll do anything, but….I’ll be the judge of that muahahaha.
Jake here. I stole you from Steve so I could tell him to go suck a dick…asshole. Hopefully he reads it.
Um, what the fuck??? He better not of read any of this, or ima kick his ass. It’s bad enough he thinks I look like a watermelon, I don’t need him judging me for my insanely awesome god like writing skills. Yay, almost time to leave and head out. I’m trippin’ like shit, and with my luck, when I’m out I’ll trip over a pile of shit. That’s me in a nutshell.
“I got my mind-set on you” repeat this lyric about 60 times and you have George Harrison’s worst song ever. Also, If I ever had one flavor of ice cream that I had to eat forever…it would be rose flavored, that flower was da shit. Time to go now! Oh wait, forgot I ordered pizza and it just got here, so we ain’t leaving yet.
January 2nd
Umm, Jake’s in the hospital. Apparently, he did some speed the other night. Not my cup of tea, which reminds me, what’s her face invited me over for tea. I really should get her name. Banged her twice, spent xmas day with her, and still don’t know her name. It’s like that episode of Seinfeld, only I don’t think her name rhymes with a female body part. So I have to go get Jake later cuz he ain’t allowed to leave. Get this. I call his parents this morning to tell them he’s in the hospital, what does his mom say ” is he dead” I say ummmm no, “she says, so don’t call here then”. Stupid cunt, I hate her, she reminds me of my mother.
Back from the hospital. Jake is mad cuz I didn’t have any drugs for him when he got home. But to our surprise there was a baggie on the stove with some greenish pills. Nothing like being discharged from the hospital and immediately rush shit up your nose. Go him, and go me for being a real friend. I’ll be sure to write about new year’s eve when I’m done this leg of the binge. See ya!
