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It was the first time I ever had GHB. I was recently was reading about it in Vice Magazine and lo-and-behold my friend brings some back from Canada. Apparently everyone is doing it over there, carrying big bottles of the stuff around and taking swigs of it every two hours.
I got five doses and proceeded to take them almost consecutively at the beginning of a drug-fueled binge of depravity. I escalated to morphine pills with Mars Bar sized whisky shots as the chaser. That along with the THC extract turned the last three days of my life into abstract expressionism.
Somebody needs to remind me why we ever thought this was fun. I can’t have sex because my dick won’t stand up, I can’t pee and relieve my swollen belly because my bladder refuses to relax, and I can’t sleep because I got the itches as badly as if I had scabies, bed-bugs, and fleas all at once. I feel like a zombie and probably look worse than that. Maybe the following paragraph will give you some idea of the state that my mind is in.
“We’re heading towards a more primitive time. I think of crimson tides in the pacific ocean, the dead zones in seas around the world. Heavy metals and simple elements pollute the world and inch us back to the primordial slime that the cruder forms of life enjoy. The world economy is nearing collapse. The American empire is over and the Internet is humanity’s only chance for the individual to survive the Machine, and for people to make communities that transform the world.”
And those are only my notes from last night. Yeats said, “Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; mere anarchy is loosed upon the world.” So maybe anarchy is our chance. Luckily I’m already on a paleolithic diet.
I went to C Squat by accident. Johnny Bizarre A.K.A James Blond grabbed me and somebody famous and we all went to the art show. Entering the inner sanctum reminded me of that time when I was eighteen and lived in squats in the East Village and the South Bronx. The underground community is somehow more established now and comfortable in it’s own shoes. All the freaks were there and even some familiar faces from the past. I had a great time and ended up in a beautiful loft in the West Village without ever going home to my apartment from Boston and thus I’m still carrying my huge traveling bag around with me like a nomad.