Grass, Mescaline, Acid, and a Queens Intervention. Finding My Way Back Home
"We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high powered blotter acid, a salt shaker half full of cocaine, and a whole galaxy of multi-colored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers... and also a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of Budweiser, a pint of raw ether and two dozen amyls.
Not that we needed all that for the trip, but once you get locked into a serious drug collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can."
Good morning, I think I’m on the mend. I had a long talk with my Queen yesterday; she was concerned, my mental state was not normal; she talked me through a couple things and reminded me we are in this together. I took stock, realized the pain pills might be causing a few mood shifts, I started taking three pills a day, dropped it to two, and today I’m going pain pill-free until tonight.
I’m a happy shiny fellow, and a pill that takes away pain also takes away joy, so to hell with the pills, I’ll endure the pain and embrace my joy. I woke up at 3:00 a.m., in pain, got up, took some Tylenol, and was able to get back to sleep. Does anyone know how long a broken back takes to heal? I’m asking for friend.
Ok, enough about all that, how are you. I’ve been so damn focused on yours truly I have forgotten about you, your hopes, your dreams, and why you might stop by my free internet soup kitchen. The chef was temporarily occupied, but I believe he might be back to serve you what you want, what you need.
I’ve got a full day of connecting with clients, reviewing coverage, making recommendations, I’ve got a driver. It nice to have a driver; even after ai heal 100%, I might engage a driver; you can get so much done in between appointments while someone drives you from point A. to point B.
Tomorrow we fly back to Colorado, we’ve been in Indiana for ten days, a record for the year, it’s been a time of recovery, but I’m ready to get back on the horse and ride. I know, I know, take it slow, everyone reminds me of that, but I’m wired to move, to roll, to engage, and I’ll be damned if a little injury is going to slow me down for long.
I think taking a couple of weeks to recover is fine, but my mind is returning, I’m not sure I shared, but I did have a concussion, it’s caused me slowed speech, and I forget some words, but again, this is passing, the human body is an amazing machine.
Between you and me, I’m excited. I’m chomping at the bit to begin to experience my new life; I am reworking my days, my nights to accommodate my new world order. I found an extra few hours a day to work, play, and enjoy with clarity all that life has to offer.
I stopped by a used bookstore yesterday; I picked up two books. One, Mans Search for Meaning by Victor Frankel and the other The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand. I had no intention of picking those two books, as with many things I didn’t pick those books, they picked me. I’ve read The Fountainhead before; it’s one of my favorites, it’s a precursor to Atlas Shrugged, my favorite book of all time.
There, I just lost half my audience; a few folks find fault with Atlas, the driving theme behind objectivism. To me objectivism is we humans can achieve anything we choose as long as the playing field is equal, allowing for the cream to rise to the top, a society free of governmental intervention.
I think part of my “new life” will be the consumption of books, I used to read, as a child I read every night, but the last few years, I’ve tired of reading and put many books on the shelf for future reading. I’ll begin taking those books off, one by one, and begin feeding my soul. My mother is a librarian, to her, it’s a sin not to have multiple books going at the same time.
The light is creeping under the door. I can see it, I thought it dark outside, but that was only the pills quelling my spirit. My Queen knows me, she is my partner, she is my guide, my Sherpa and as long as I am in tune with her, life is perfect. We share a frequency, and when on the same frequency life is a gift, when we are tuned to different channels life becomes difficult.
I hope you have a partner that you can share a frequency. I hope that your life is grand, amazing, and full of wonder. I’ll not lie, yesterday was rough, but my Queen stuck out her hand and pulled me out of the pit I had fallen. It took me a moment to dust myself off, clear my head, and realize the beauty of my world, I was stuck trying to figure out my new world, but my Queen was there holding a map.
That’s it, a return to positivity. I’m sorry for the last few days; I’m not a good drug abuser, or maybe drug taker, I do not like pills, they mess with my mind. I’ll use these devil tools for a few more days, but soon be free, and my mind can return to the shiny happy place she occupies sans chemicals.
My promise to you is that I’ll only use those tools to sleep, I’ll fight through the day using my mind to thwart the stabbing in my back, it only hurts a second, I can deal with that as long as I have my true mind.
Thank you for checking in, thank you for taking the time to read the words of a man that had it all, fell, and learned he had even more than he thought he had. I am the most blessed man you will meet today, I’ve been given a second chance at something, I know not what, but am looking forward to learning the specifics of my next mission. With love, anything is possible.
"We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high powered blotter acid, a salt shaker half full of cocaine, and a whole galaxy of multi-colored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers... and also a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of Budweiser, a pint of raw ether and two dozen amyls.
Not that we needed all that for the trip, but once you get locked into a serious drug collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can."