Fuck it, I’ve gone cold-turkey on oxycontin 3 weeks after spine surgery, been on every painkiller but methadone and actual heroin, been 9 years without acid (not even cheap-fucking-BLOTTER!!!), gave up weed when I was diagnosed with sarcoidosis in ’98, ’cause it gave me instant bronchial infections that went straight into pneumonia (not a fan of hospitals, in case you haven’t noticed), and had to give up my 20-year love affair with Jack Daniel’s Old No. 7, and pretty much all hard liquor (at least without it being softened by turning it into GIRLY DRINKS), they will take my cigarettes (which, oddly enough, don’t give me bronchial infections like the NATURAL SHIT, how fucking sick is THAT?!??!?!) when they can pry them from my cold, dead, nicotine-stained fingers.
]]>I do tend to have chocolate every day, a few squares of the darkest I can find. Well, not the 99 percent cocoa, but not far below that. Hey, these days, one needs something to improve one’s attitude!
]]>If you ever made an artificial odor or flavor in a chemistry lab, you would understand why you don’t want to ingest them. There is an intermediate stage that would gag a maggot, before the ester is done.
]]>Unfortunately, the older that I get, the less booze that I can stomach, so I’ve been reduced to the humiliating, shameful bottom-feeding of those bottled Bartles & Jaymes malt-liquor PRETEND “margaritas.” I wonder if there are any real strawberries involved in those things…
Oh, well, at least I’ve still got Ponchatoula strawberries…
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