Hippiekinkster
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Joined: 11/20/2007 From: Liechtenstein Status: offline
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I don't want to admit that I spent the afternoon looking for drugs. It's OK, I have a script. I called 4 CVSs, 2 Krogers, 2 Publixs, 3 Walmarts, 3 Walgreens, and finally found, at 5:35, what I was looking for at a locally-owned pharmacy that is about 1000 feet from my pain docs, which is over 5 miles from me. They close at 6. Fuck. At least I have my other script filled. I admit that I have really been wanting to play some music, so I might go to an open mic at Bradleys, a little bar down the street from me. I admit I haven't played in front of people for over a half-year, and I admit I con't know if I can remember how to hold my drumsticks any more. I admit I know how to play Hendrix' "Manic Depressions", but would rather play Van Morrison's "Moondance" cause it swings, man. I admit I have a crush on my pain doc. She's tinier than Greedy and super-smart and a Deadhead and so fucking foxy... big brown eyes and long black hair, of at least partial Indian (subcontinent) descent... way better looking than Catherine Zeta-Jones. I admit I really love it when the oxycontin kicks in, and the pain fades to the background, and I get that warm fuzzy happy feeling, and I can get stuff done. I admit I took my book "501 German Verbs" with me and damned if I can remember the difference between an transitive and an intransitive verb, let alone pluperfect subjunctive.
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