dollar bills and the ways they are made
So today is friday again - trying to be a good boy this weekend - last weekend turned my brain to mush. I know everyone does drugs on the long weekend but 2 hits of ACID, 3 hits of E and a gram and a half of blow is a hard way to start. Christ, I never even went to sleep from Friday night til 2am Sunday morning... I couldn't tell if it was the lack of sleep or the drugs that had me so fucked up... that was a serious binge.. but I am a trooper.

Last night I almost forgot about M's Wine & Cheese... I had to buy some LSD and pay back C for the Ecstasy he sold me Monday night. Then SHE called and wanted to hang out so I picked her up and we went to M's after I conducted some business.
I phoned ahead to warn the guys not to mention the party that I am having tonight around HER. I don't want her there - I like to roam around, do my own thing and mingle.
Anyways - M's house is a sweet pad and a good spot for a party. It was funny showing up there - everyone was dressed appropriately in suits and nice clothes and then I stroll in with my jeans on and some strange chick...haha - I almost enjoy there reactions because I know they are always wondering what I am up to. My friend B is a soon-to-be lawyer working at the biggest firm in the city and we talked about the fuck-up with my house. I know he'd love to sue the bastards for every cent they're worth, he'll be a deadly lawyer - he is smart as fuck and a valuable friend to have. Unlike a lot of my 'normal' friends who I often find boring (because when you hang with the people I hang with there is never a dull moment - lets face it, drug addicts are interesting people - they always have good stories) he is always interesting...
Anyways - the party was good - even though I missed the seafood!!! grrrr
Then I took HER back to my place and railed her - Jesus, she is fucking loud in the sack! Although SHE is a very tiny girl I still can't believe the sounds that come outta her - I hope no one can hear her cause they will call the cops thinking she's being raped.
We had a good chat afterwards too - I can tell that I freak her out and she has no idea what I am all about - but I know as long as I intrigue her she will stick around for the excitement.
I have to pat myself on the back - another Thursday and another different girl - good job... good job indeed.

In through the out door
Cocaine, LSD, Ecstasy, Marijuana, Alcohol, Sunsets, Fast Cars, Pretty Girls, Loud Tunes... chase the chaser.

I should be mad and upset with my real estate agent and my developer. I drove up to my lot the other day to check on the progress of my house. As I brought the car to a stop and looked up I realized that the stupid bastards were building the wrong house on my lot!
Apparently after a few phone calls - they don't care... 'walk away from the deal if you don't want it', they said.
Although trying to find another house in this location at this price was impossible - and if there's one thing I have learnt about business it's NOT to bring your emotions into it - thus I am buying the damn house anyways - it's an investment and will make me money in the end.

I am so glad I do drugs - it seems nothing really matters in life when your mind is free and you know something that no one else knows. It's a powerful feeling to take your mind to another level - to open up the doors of peception.
And yet society comdemns me. Of course I know plenty of fucked up drug addicts - but that is the difference - you have the 'users' and then you have the 'abusers'.
The abuser is a useless sack of shit who doesn't have the capacity or the will to save himself. In a sense he has nothing but the buzz - the user treads the fine line... yet uses to feel the wave and open the doors. The users life is enlightened because of the drugs - the abusers life is not his own.

"without order nothing can exist - without chaos nothing can evolve"

EVOLUTION: a gradual process in which something changes into a different and usually more complex and better form.

Kill who you were - become who you are.