It’s a fine time to quit……
Well I picked a fine time to quit taking heroin. What with all the stress I’m under right now I should just go back to huffing paint. Krylon silver was always my favorite. It’s just that with the way things are right now I should never have stopped dropping LSD. I personally think that the events of the world would look better through a purple haze. Of course I had to give up my old peyote habit too. The food of the gods with Vegemite and butter, I think, would make things just a little too weird. That and then I could hang out with Dennis Hopper. He would probably make more sense then. Now as typical for me I also picked this time to stop living on seconal and speed. Ah, those were the days.
All ya’ needed to do was to pop a few black beauties in the morning and couple of reds at night. Who needs food…..or the ability to think straight! What really gets me right now is the fact I also chose this time to stop taking ecstasy every day. Though I think the decision to stop shooting the Speedball combo of cocaine and heroin directly into my veins may have been a bit premature. Speaking of cocaine, I also stopped snorting $1000 a day. Those Columbians I met awhile ago sure didn’t like my decision. Boy, I just picked a fine time to quit didn’t I? The PLCB is a bit pissed at me too since I stopped buying 3 bottles of Bourbon a day. See, they’re all mad at me. I just picked a fine time to quit.
Little kids have the right idea. They just spin around really, really fast and then they fall down laughing.
Look at all the stuff we have come up with just to attempt to regain that feeling.
Brilliant! I have nothing else to say (and that’s no mean feat!)
What about petrol? Cheap and hallucinatory!
Quitters never win.
Who the hell needs all of that? Too expensive! Just give me a fifth of Jim Beam and a few Red Bulls, and I’ve got that feeling all over again! Hah! Of course, the laughing is usually followed by puking! 🙂
Ha!
Young children get away with all kinds things we can’t. Personally, I’d love the freedom to just stand around and openly stare at people for minutes and minutes at a time. Really gawk, you know – maybe scratch absently or drool a little. Because you know some people need a good looking at: they might be beautiful, they might be really hairy, they might have that sort of nose – the kind that requires a good peering at – they might be dead interesting looking, they might be utterly normal; but nope, I have to pretend I’m selecting luncheon meat because that’s what the fascism of social mores demands. Do you think it would be wrong to quiz the girls on what they learnt during their own staring? Or direct them to stare at people I’d like to myself? Would that be bad?
OMG I do that. The number of times my kids have told me off for staring intently at someone or talking too loud in public (usually criticising the melancholy of some shop assistant). Maybe it’s something I can get away with as I get older. When I’m a truly crazy old geriatric, Im going to make a career out of sitting on station platforms and analysing commuters in a deep and meaningful and slightly disturbing way.
Wowsers. Good luck with all that quitt’n!
Problemchildbride and baino: Amen to staring openly at people! I always think I do it inconspicously, but then my hubby tells me to quit staring to which I say “What? I wasn’t staring!” But truth is, sometimes I just can’t help it like with the lunch lady today…
All this quittin’ is making me itch.
I love people watching and you’re right there are sometimes when someone just needs a good staring at.
SPinny is fuuuuun….
But it’s not as good as bourbon.