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from: Ed_Zeppelin
10/13/01
8:14:26 AM
172.136.128.133
Ha ha, I knew it. Damn. I do a pack of American Spirit mediums a day. (Because they're hand-picked by Native-American virgins, their naked brown bodies glistening in the sun...) I've had the same "stash" since a luthier from Argentina slipped me two joints at a guitar festival last summer. I've smoked about a third of one of them, on a really long-ass drive about 3 in the morning (helps me stay awake.) Coffee knocks me out cold. I drink a cup and an hour later I'm drooling on my shoulder. Nothing works like it should. Why did they fuck with acid? About '76 I finally had some rat-poison street-acid and that did it for me, winding up my career of over 200 trips down that road on the wings of orange barrels, four-way blotter and- I shit you not- sugar cubes. (FUck, aM I ReALly thAt OlD? Mention "Sandoz" and I go into old-man raptures of my friend with the half-liter bottle and the eyedropper...) Haven't touched it since. I am just all fucked up. Never liked alcohol, the allure of pills escapes me (other than a Vicodin when the weather gets ugly and my bones creak). I should be lecturing to High School students about the evils and instead I'm sitting here pissed that my brain is mis-wired and I don't get to join the party. I'm channeling Wally Cox and Mr. Rogers. What next? Am I going to turn Republican and kick children around or something? Shit, I'm going to put on "Whole Lotta Love" and have a cup of green tea. Can I get you anything while I'm up? Some prune juice, maybe?
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