I find myself reflecting on that night on cape cod, oh so many years ago in some basement I’d never seen before, I remember that bed, that blood stained pull out couch, that smelled of stale sex and loneliness, there I lay blinking listless at the tattered ceiling, waiting, praying that soon, soon I would find and reorchestrat the splintered bits of my mind, scattered in this low level acid buzz, undaunted by the weed and alcohol I’d foisted upon it the acid took hold in the small hours, rendering me inept, immune to the same fifteen seconds of a blind melon song repeating incessantly on a scratch in the disk, I lay there blinking, my face all too near a stain of particular grandeur, on this naked bed of unknown as a large spider scuttled across my face, I lay there prone, unwilling to accept that this could truly be my life, it must be some bad dream, some page from a book, some yarn of yore, but alas this is, or was my life, an inescapable notch on my belt of self induced woes, one for wich I hope in some way to someday find redeeming cadence
For some reason
Doing a little spring cleaning
Please don’t take it personal, but I will be unfollowing a few, by all means return the favor if it strikes your fancy……
I’ve been kinda out of my mind…..
I quit smoking last Friday, I smoked for fifteen years, no breaks, no rest, at least a pack a day, that’s 5475 packs, twenty butts per pack that’s 109500 butts that’s a SHITLOAD of smokes! Nevermind they’re $8 a pack now (they were $2.50 when i started) hows that for inflation? Anyway the not smoking is really getting to my head I’m just so trained to smoke after all these years makes me a little crazy, but I’ll be back soon Tumblr friends, soon……
