12. h2o2

13. iso

14. sanitize cell

ok... someone i respect said something... troubling, today... and i remember the first time i slammed mr Simpson for hexane, naptha and iso, in fear, ignorance and a... snobby, altitude... until i walked in his footsteps... and
i let it pass because i know that person is smart n will find their own path... so i don't embarrass myself, or the grower.

mr Simpson, was not a wealthy man and used a basic lab knowledge n the tools he had, from what he could afford... undenatured, was prohibitively, expensive, in canada, at the time n still is... pricier, n harder to get, in b.c.

iii started with a working knowledge of chemlab n have internet, at my fingertips... i originally, bought 190, for around a buck thirty, a gallon... until i remembered, my training... o yes... when that stops bubbling... and IT... has a higher, b.p... and the oilspill, rolling n poppin, ocean surface, is calm... so, too, has THIS, boiled off... n then, it clicked: until i can schmooze diesel n mosh, to build a cheap, rotary, or heated, magnetic, stir plate, with cold bath, recovery, chamber... i will stick with boiling off, harmful, solvents, on the cheap n yes, i found cheaper, $55 gallon, 190unde... since... n the same place i found ether, clororform n for just shy of $65, 2 of the 3, lethal injection, ingredients. shocking... wish they'd had internet, when i was divorcing, i tell ewe what!
so... if n when cat, has betty crocker'd, her way through the 12 step, program... we'll b hear, to insure NOBODY, gets corned, for a compassionate, $60 gram, of cannabis oil; rso, n the like... and school, will b in session. skirts, below the knees, please. diesel, no dipping! mosh... lmao... nm... it's too late, for him.

luv u, cat! ;D

ok well the copd woke g. pretty rough, of late. must b dyin from the corona viros... been drinkin a few, lately.
get tylenol 3 cough syrup from the doc.
now that I'm opioid free... can have stock in it, again.
i remember this liquid vicodin i had... knocked me out cold, 2 days. dangerous liaisons... should've... nm... those size bottles: not sure if they have instructions. i digress.

during the 3 yrs and 8, er so ladies i saw, 14-17ish... this is one of the tales, that brought to mind.
there was this old wino, who lived at the end of my gal's tounehouse, tract. if u got drunk with him, u could oft, chill at his place. i seen him slap way too many football kids' ashes, to b comfortable doin it, unless my girl couldn't get me under her bed, that night; it was rainin, or i was returning, too late at night, from whatever, random, adventure... so i learned to use homes that were on the market n hopefully, hadn't had their utilities, shut off, yet. i got good at... finding a way... so one night, me n a couple off nair do well, privileged kids, got liquored up, at charlses, place. icky feelin, charles', joint, with jugs, of pink wine n bags, in boxes... yeah, don't people just cook with sos? anyway, in charles' medicine cabinet, were lots of bottles, labled, "for pain, sleep"/ whatever... candy, to a kid and i even knew how to open those annoying, kidlids.
f... i dunno, but i filled my pockets, with random quantities n random colors, assuming the perv, wouldn't miss a few. doods, i had a half p a month, meth/speed/glass/cocaine/weed/lsd/mushroom habit... more, if i include more, than meth. anyway, I'd been up for like a week, or whatever point, when u pass, "that helocopter is stalking me, that guy in that cabriolet, is a cop who's been following me, around town n NOBODY hands u the whole pack... he's getting my fingerprints, while talking about me, point and I've already walked back the 20some miles, from belmont shores", and the dragon in the sky, doesn't go away, when u close your eyes, POINT. [ahhheeeeahhheeeaaahhhheeee... cough cough cough.... cough cough...]
plus, i had this pocket full of pills, stolen credit cards n some guy's rent check.... and my tweaker bag of kwrap, that could take anything apart, in seconds n break it... so i may have gobbled a majority of this pocket's contents because man... i needed to sleep. now, i was a professional... i eventually traind myself to sleep, after snortin a gram, or smokin a bell ringin, teener/whatever. not this time. 1... this brimstone, mex mafia stuff was no joke n 2... the glass from the bikers... we talkin, match head. anyway, I'd been on a mean one and I'd gotten into a pretty nice apartment, for the times; jacuzzi tub; no hot h20... sigh... my luck.
the next thing u know, i hear someone else, in the joint... omg omg!!!
yeah, well, monsters really r, in ur closets, kiddos... apparently, I'd chosen to sleep in the walkin, closet and the realtor, i booked it by, still smoking a Marlboro... i couldn't say she even noticed me, speaking to someone n the kitchen... I'd done enough 2nd story stuff, to know better than to use a window n a place by the beach (slick, oft; high rh...). i was so freaked. i don't think she saw; for reals.
then, the day got weird cause I'd run into an old bf, i hadn't seen n like a year. i learned, decades later... y.... anyway, bryan Louisiana, we'll call him... oooo... long, sad backstory... had gotten himself a steady gig, not slingin dope... nor usin, in a while, "we should celebrate, man, it's great to c u"... i was flush with drugs, but wasn't liquid... if u were sellin, i was vacuuming... or foamin n floppin... just a typical, afternoon; "that's just sc... leave him... he's fine... n make sure, he's lyin on his side, r tummy, at least...".. yeah... got it. anyway, by the end of daylight, we were checked into a room, like back n the day, cept nobody brought power tools n a ladder, to dismantle the room... just because, or "there's a camera in the toilet flusher, take it apart n check"... those guys later, did well in demo's...
and the room, next to us, is playin annoying, bubblegum, n stripper, music... and I'm tryin to show him, u really can dust off a quarter ounce of crystal, in an unbroken, glass bong, in an evening, with a friend.
but the fukn music... i could sense the pheromones and... i had to shut em up...
[knock knock knock... "ahh... what lovely ladies, mind if my friend n i join u... sorry, we?"]
um... well, i hung with the girls til the had to work, a few days, later... those poor, single mothers, who raised em; thanx, deadbeat dads, and alienating, momz... real gift, these girls were. sigh... yeah, i did; just one, god bless her. might have been a blonde, contortionist. anyway, i never saw my friend, again, after that first night.
the legend goes, his brother got shot n an alley and my old best friend, had been found by a priest, wandering a farmer's, field, who took him in. couldn't say, but he wasn't sober, after he saw me, that last night.
i have tried to look for him, to make ammends. no social, anything... can't find his family... nada. i was bummed, for kissin his gurl, in a drunk... I'd woken in her pop's, campertop, pissin the entire carpet, in the tk bed... turns out, he was still screwin one of my original, discards; can't say as i blame him... remember the knocked up n post xxx, story? yeah, the only well i drank from, twice. she's y i created the policy. anyway, he'd felt guilty for gettin with her and iii was never a jealous guy... that's not how u end up... wishing u had extra appendages. i shared everything, with him; he knew better, but uh... as she was my first, for... THAT... i think he thought it'd bother me. u kiddin me? tire slasher... take her!
brian's lil bro, had burned down a gorgeous, prolly 3k sf, beach-ish, house, with a bottle rocket, imma guess he prolly ramped up; being the first guy, to introduce, lil bro, to refer. didn't take that kid, but a week, to show ME, what a bucket toke, was. yeah... industrious, mind. bryan, oft, snuck me up to their part of the house... thankful, that smoke, rises; after his parents would pass out, from their jugs, or fisting each other's faces. rich people r strange, with their $3 wine jugs... and his parents... they never bothered to furnish, what the kids would probably just burn down, again so: mattresses n tv's, only... clothes, everywhere cause: no chest of n kids, don't do laundry... at that time n on their watch. and apparently, some paraphernalia, a two liter n bucket. they never had any munchies, but as taco bell still had the chilito, i didn't go hungry. think i went from 200, to 160, in about 8 days... 10? I'd forgotten to fuel... anyway, bryan's room, is where i learned about high humidity n vans n 2nd story windows, not gettin along.

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there's now, snot, on g's woodwick/whatever, bathroom candle, D... wtf! y don't u warn a guy, when u gonna crack one off, like that? well... i warned her about a wooden lid, over fyre. shame, they don't have that figured, yet, at the ol firefactory. I'm just glad i wasn't drinkin anything, carbonated, at the time and i haven't even hit, play, yet... oooo... my bad... u know, i really was about to blow my nose, when i used the last of the t.p.; I'm sure g will get a good laugh, if i arrange to strand her...;P

nice, diesel... top 5 list, for sure!

very sick man... very... sick man. man, i wanna b like mike!

the messed up stories from the boyz, r gonna b equally, as fascinating, next time they break us off a piece.
redneck races n trailer park, snaggletoothed, incest stories from the upper midwest, should b awesome! cut em loose, boys!

so the gurlz pop, opens the door, one night, as I'm doin the lord's work, in the deep south; the, "DEEP south"... it's dark n pop's standin n the door frame; i can c his silhouette, through the cotton, little mermaid, blanket... and if i had a daughter, I'd have kept my Korean war, rifle, too. i figure, I'm already fucked: may as well, finish what i started so my mouth, didn't skip a beat... "goodnight, sweatheart" (I'll say... 16 o's, that day; she journaled em, i guess)... and praise jesus, he was polite enough, to close the door, behind him. hb, gets cold, at night!; hence, the disney, blanket. used to "develop film", in the dark, downstairs bathroom, while her ENTIRE family, watched the Adams family, 10', away. don't ask me... always been one of those guys who sounds grateful, oxygen is so much more plentiful, at sea lvl. they had to have known their daughter was bein knocked up........ AGAIN.

yep... lots to pay for. she lives n vegas, now n pokes fun cause her man, is diy, handy n they don't have gaping holes n cowshit, out back. no... u have gamblers, whores and a man who... oft, works, "out of town"..., but they're happy, or at least- he, SHOULD B... and it does my heart good to hear that she and her... accomplice, brothers, r all happy, doin well n dad, traded up that antique rifle, for a harley n the single life; good for them. great people, all. won't b the last time u hear about... let's call her, sandy, I'm sure. i still owe her, $500 & her youngest bro, bout $35, in liberated, babysitting $... i was short! i was in a hurry.. her mom, had pushed to trundle, in!!!

she may have sold her college books, for my habit... can u imagine, what a supportive wife n mother, she must have made? i was truly, apologetic n sooo relieved to hear she was still able to have as many 10 fingered children, as she wanted.

first acid she took, was from me, btw... know that check, transfer paper? we cut out lil blue etched, squares n called it, window pane so the boys n i could trip out, while she stayed in n got stoned.
hey, trust me... she got hers... boy wise. i dunno how many times u can use, "my x bf, raped me"... n think i believed it, the first time I'd heard it, when they still, hung out. i know... i should've gone to the clinic, with him, but i was a busy guy, she prolly heard me use that one, first and i needed her occupied so i could study harder, on human secksuality n drugs, so she'd stop blowin up my pagers.
it was nice, when pay phones, listed their number n allowed u to pass #'s n messages, through their recordings, gratis.
karma, no doubt, took care of him. i never felt the need. his mom, was a great lay.

true story

even my buddy, found himself, doin blow with her, at Lollapalooza

EVERYONE just kinda knew, cept his dad n her hubby, who was also a coke aficionado.

and repeat customer. he just didn't spend as much as the realtor couple, who's daughter, gave him 2 gifts, one... loud, long n unforgettable, evening... yep: crabs n the clap. coulda been worse. coulda been me.

no offense... she just seemed like a dead end, to me. I'd seen my brother, return from what looked like, the war, after tryin to have relations, in the back of this gal's mint, vw Beatle. no thanks, Obamacare, didn't exist, back then.

but then, she got a new car n lemme tell ya... wasn't wrong about dead ends. i didn't know about the drip n sea monkeys, at the time. crx's, weren't much better... lovely girl, though... dsl's, turned out.

u know... if I'd been a smarter kid... I'd have just torn some cardboard off a vans, shoebox n sold it, to sandy n said, "it's the greatest, ever!".

true story... some of the best, besides mescaline, was random, pisces of cardboard, my guy gave me cause he didn't know how to change for him; as psychedelics, were generally, another guy. nice guy. too bad, his peers, ratted him out. prolly the best thing for em. he probably would've od'd, on that brimstone, otherwise. dood would paint his entire room, daily, or have his minions/ladies, do it, for him. talented, girls, I'd say. never sat well, with me, his bein so femmy, n goin to tehachapi, to spend some time n the snow, with the mormon, prison guards n guys who wouldn't see women, for a while... but- i had nothin, to do with it. for whatever reason, those brutises, were still tolerated, partied with, purchased from n allowed... just allowed... and the 3 top doggs, had now problem, admitting, what they'd done, as his trial, continued. a

another gal i was seein, live across the street, so I'd still see his parents, from time to time. she's doin good. 5 kids... cali... still, lives near her... childhood, home. mother, passed. great, lady. she'd have let me marry, into the fam, I'm sure. real nice people. she was 2yrs, my junior. mostly, it was just a nice, safe, place to chill, when i needed to... chill! only ever kissed her. she was too young. apparently, the next in line, did not feel the same... but she'd always had an optimistic, outlook n many of us guyz, r discard, worthy. now... 5 kids, career woman... happily, married. thank god, i didn't pull that butterfly's, wings off.
already offered, to work with her lil bro, with stage 4... the connection, has gone silent. i still post the research, for her fam. didn't want a penny, but as we know- 98% of guys, cheat n when people offer u that kinda... value, wanting nothing n return... people get suspicious n figure: man... boobs... ulterior, motives... not so much; seat's taken... no problem. i wish them, nothing, but the best... n hope she didn't sign a prenup.

what is also a bummer, is she knew EVERYONE n the hood n seemingly, still does. i didn't get a chance to go through my entire, pneumonic, rolodex n still, there r old, childhood, friends- I'd like to hear, made it out, alive. if anyone would know about my bryan, it would b her, 5pup, freak, ash.