A Friends account...trying to speak my language so I can Speak her's .....
A milky white baggyThat's all I have to show for my night of bliss. As the night comes to an end the baggy will become clear, and my mind more foggy. The clarity once offered now becomes chills, shakes and depressing thoughts. But, it was worth it. A good feeling for the price. Not the strong numbness I'm used to but enough. Enough that the inside of my cheeks (the ones on my face) will be sore and swollen from the relentless assault by my teethConstant biting and chewing no matter how hard I try to stop. The night was good. I had long, meaningful and personal conversations with some acquaintances and for once we all had something to say. We had something to say for roughly six hours with no lulls in conversation. Thanks to this stuff, we're best friends. We bare our souls. We speak the truth. And why not? It's so obvious what the truth is and it's okay to say it out loud. Everybody is in a good mood and the conversation is generally upbeatexcept for one or slurs from myself.
We have a few drinks, play some beer pong and smoke a ton of cigarettes. In this alternate universe, we're happy. Some of us have to get up early but that doesn't matter now. We'll worry about tomorrow when it gets here. It begins to storm and we all sit on the porch and watch the rain. The rain has never seemed so beautiful and peaceful as it does right now, even while the lighting flashes in the distance. It smells fresh. It feels cool on the skin. It's refreshing us.
At 3am we begin to wrap things up. Lines get bigger as the effects become harder to feel. A few chills are felt here and there as we say our final good-byes. I sit in front of the computer and listen to music ... my favorite songs 3 or 4 times in a row. I do what makes me happy. I had the urge to do something, but every time I tried ... I didn't want to anymore. I chatted with about life and liberty and the pursuit of happiness until everyone was barely responsive. I've always had a knack for this stuff. I'm the energizer, I keep going and going... One enormous gagger and I decide to drive home at 5am through the storm. I grip the wheel the whole time. It feels good because it keeps me occupied. I'm not left alone with my thoughtsthat's the key. Your thoughts will drive you madAbsolutely crazy. I'm distracted for about an hour and when I get home I feel as though I may be able to sleep. I lay in bed for a while with my dog shaking in fear from the storm outside, and me shaking with fear from the storm inside. As we lay there together the storms begin to fade away, as do we. Storms often bring a beautiful sunrise.
A milky white baggyThat's all I have to show for my night of bliss. As the night comes to an end the baggy will become clear, and my mind more foggy. The clarity once offered now becomes chills, shakes and depressing thoughts. But, it was worth it. A good feeling for the price. Not the strong numbness I'm used to but enough. Enough that the inside of my cheeks (the ones on my face) will be sore and swollen from the relentless assault by my teethConstant biting and chewing no matter how hard I try to stop. The night was good. I had long, meaningful and personal conversations with some acquaintances and for once we all had something to say. We had something to say for roughly six hours with no lulls in conversation. Thanks to this stuff, we're best friends. We bare our souls. We speak the truth. And why not? It's so obvious what the truth is and it's okay to say it out loud. Everybody is in a good mood and the conversation is generally upbeatexcept for one or slurs from myself.
We have a few drinks, play some beer pong and smoke a ton of cigarettes. In this alternate universe, we're happy. Some of us have to get up early but that doesn't matter now. We'll worry about tomorrow when it gets here. It begins to storm and we all sit on the porch and watch the rain. The rain has never seemed so beautiful and peaceful as it does right now, even while the lighting flashes in the distance. It smells fresh. It feels cool on the skin. It's refreshing us.
At 3am we begin to wrap things up. Lines get bigger as the effects become harder to feel. A few chills are felt here and there as we say our final good-byes. I sit in front of the computer and listen to music ... my favorite songs 3 or 4 times in a row. I do what makes me happy. I had the urge to do something, but every time I tried ... I didn't want to anymore. I chatted with about life and liberty and the pursuit of happiness until everyone was barely responsive. I've always had a knack for this stuff. I'm the energizer, I keep going and going... One enormous gagger and I decide to drive home at 5am through the storm. I grip the wheel the whole time. It feels good because it keeps me occupied. I'm not left alone with my thoughtsthat's the key. Your thoughts will drive you madAbsolutely crazy. I'm distracted for about an hour and when I get home I feel as though I may be able to sleep. I lay in bed for a while with my dog shaking in fear from the storm outside, and me shaking with fear from the storm inside. As we lay there together the storms begin to fade away, as do we. Storms often bring a beautiful sunrise.