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.