I wish I were writing this as I was sitting in a spa in Costa Rica sipping some fruity concoction after my seaweed wrap – waiting for my sliced papaya – while Lupe gives me reflexology and Juan Carlos rubs my shoulders. Oh, if it were only about my skin or my weight. Actually, I have been staying close to home (which is full of cat hair and crap Mr. Hagen & I never seem to throw out in a freezing January) detoxing from DRUGS!
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Lost amid the cacophony of war on two fronts, our president’s historic fusion of two ideologically opposed political systems — communism & fascism — and the debate over how much to charge for a license to murder a homeless person in the new health care bill, has been the secret and successful plan by the Frankenstein genetics company Genentech to replace members of Congress with malleable clones easily manipulated to parrot the politics of Genentech‘s parent company,Tynacorp, and its allies.
November 3, 2009 in Drugs
There’s a bit of a political kerfuffle going on with the UK government over the classification of cannabis at the moment. Nothing for you, or really anyone to worry about – it’s still illegal for some reason. Said kerfuffle is about how “dangerous” it actually is. Professor David Nutt resigned from the Advisory Council on the Misuse of Drugs, essentially because the government, eh, didn’t take his advice (it didn’t tally with what the wingnut tabloids thought – end of). Anyway, cannabis remains illegal, people still smoke it. And bored sub-editors are having some fun with it. Evidence below.
I got sick. Really fucking sick. It was scary at times–mostly due to the fact that I had a fever and some other symptoms that could have been indicative of The Swine Flu (or The H1N1 Virus). And while it turned out not to be any kind of flu, it still sucked. I went to see my Doctor on Friday to get checked out, as I had not been well for a week prior. As far as she could tell by examining me, I had no illnesses that would cause the fever I had. I also could not keep anything down, nor could I sleep. I was a hot mess. More of a mess than I had been in a long, long time.
July 26, 2009 in Drugs
Some people try to help. Most of them just want to sit and watch the burn: a healthy man becoming a sick man becoming a corpse. The thing is that even with out the drug, it would happen anyway, but who has the time to just watch the natural decay? If you really want to watch someone crumble, you need an accelerant.
So your friends just sit around and talk behind your back making concerned comments about the “situation” or the “problem” or whatever sanitized word that they can come up with for the rapid rot that has become your daily existence.
It isn’t their fault, though, and you know it. They want to help but they have gelded themselves by being willing participants in the early stages of your disease.
You all did it together. A sexy, hot, fast, liquid, anywhere and anytime. That’s the brown life. The jittery life. Caffeine junction, what’s your function?
That’s the train you ride.