I Feel Gloomy!!!

I had a Crap-tacular day today!  Let's just get it out there.  Wait!!  Make that a Crap-tacular month!!!  Today was the capper of a month of Crap-tacularness!!!!

Three events in my life over the last few weeks have been the the proverbial straw.  A storm to end all storms, an argument with Daughter and forgetful parents.  I won't grace the pages with specifics, suffice it to say, I was given pause to re-consider. 

Re-consider what you say!?  I am going to ask you Constant Reader, to interject yourself in the the situation as outlined above.  Would you be given pause to re-consider?

Then read this.  Please view what is on the other end of this link before you continue.

Please excuse this slight pause whilst I re-consider. 

I saw myself in this. In more ways than one.  Not the suicide part per se, I mean it does paint quite a gloomy picture for quite a few people.  This article spoke to me, maybe because I'm stoned, or maybe because I am one of the Late Boomers, I don't know.

I must confess, I've had those exact same thoughts outlined in the link above.  To this point in my life I have not had any suicidal tendencies, that's a good thing.  My thoughts though, over that time frame, have become increasingly gloomy.

I'm going to look at this, as Karma doing me a solid.  A Karmic kick in the ass, so to speak.  First step, mend fences with Daughter.

 

Foghat for your Foggy Post... Elevate Me Bitches!

 

Slow ride, take it easy - Slow ride, take it easy,
Slow ride, take it easy - Slow ride, take it easy.

I'm in the mood, the rhythm is right,
Move to the music, we can roll all night.
Oooh, oooh, slow ride - oooh, oooh...

Slow ride, take it easy - Slow ride, take it easy
Slow down, go down, got to get your lovin' one more time
Hold me, roll me, slow ridin' woman you're so fine

{Rod and Dave riffs}
Woo!

I'm in the mood, the rhythm is right,
Move to the music yea, we can roll all night, yea.
Oooh, oooh...

Slow ride, take it easy - Slow ride, take it easy
Slow down, go down, got to get your lovin' one more time
Hold me, roll me, slow ridin' woman you're so fine

{Rod - Solo with:-}
(Slow ride, easy, slow ride, sleazy - Slow ride, easy, slow ride, sleazy)

Slow down, go down, got to get your lovin' one more time
Hold me, roll me, slow ridin' woman you're so fine

(Slow ride, take it easy - slow ride, take it easy)
(Slow down, go down - Slow down, go down)

Oh come on baby, take a slow ride with me,
Come on baby, take a slow ride.
Oh feels good, mmmm, feels so good, I like it yea,
I feel good, oh I feel alright!

You know the rhythm is right - You know the rhythm is right -
We gotta rock all night - We gotta rock all night -
You know the rhythm is right, yeah, we gotta rock all night,
You know the rhythm is right, we gotta rock all night.
Whoa, c'mon now
Woo, Yea, Woo, Woa!

{Rod - Slide Riff}

Elevate me mama - Elevate me mama - Elevate me mama - Elevate me mama.
Oww!
Woo!

{Rod - Slide Solo to tag}

Slow ride! Yea!

Sunshower Bitches!

Sunshower - Chris Cornell

Dark as roses
And fine as sand
I feel your healing
In your sting again

I hear you laughing
And my soul is saved
On forgotten graves
You cry

Crawl like ivy
Up my spine
Through my nerves
And into my eyes

Cuts like anguish
Or recollections
Of better days gone by
But it's all right

When you're all in pain
And you feel the rain come down
Oh, it's all right

When you find your way
Then you see it disappear
Oh, it's all right

Though your garden's gray
I know all your graces
Someday will flower
Oh, ooh, whoa
Oh, ooh, whoa
In the sweet sun shower
In the sweet sun shower

Eyes like oceans
So far away
A feather trail
To a better way

Worried mornings turn
Into days
Then into worried nights
But it's all right

When you're all in pain
And you feel the rain come down
Oh it's all right

When you find your way
Then you see it disappear
It's all right

Though your garden's gray
I know all your graces
Someday will flower
Oh, ooh, whoa
Oh, ooh, whoa
Sweet sun shower

Oh, in a sweet sun shower

Oooh, oh, whoa

In a sweet sun shower

In a sweet
Sweet
Sweet
Sun shower
Oh, oh, oh

I know all your graces
Some day will flower
In a sweet
In a sweet sun shower

It's all right
All you'll be you are today
Are today

It's all right
All you'll be you are today
Are today
Are today
Are today
Are today
Are today...

Somewhat More Than Foggy Days

It seems these last few months, weeks, days, hours, minutes....take your pick....I've been "hitting it" quite hard.  It's not just specific to smoking either.  Although I feel I may be smoking a little more than normal.  I'm sure it relates to the fact that I currently possess a large quantity of Hash.  I don't seem to be smoking a larger amount than normal.  I've had the Hash for more than 2 weeks and have gone through less than 2 grams of the 10.  The last amount of weed I purchased was 9 days ago.  Normally I would smoke 2 grams of weed in 10 days.  So it would appear to that I am not using any more, but the abundance is slightly skewing my perception.  Or is that the weed? 

Along with all the dope smoking I've been doing, I have also been sucking back the alcohol at a pretty high rate.  Just since since Friday afternoon...a mickey of vodka, 2 pints of Kilkenny Irish Cream Ale and 2 Jack and cokes...and it's only Saturday night.  Seems the wife has been a little more accommodating in my alcoholic consumption over the last few months.  The way to a man's heart is his ale glass??  Isn't that the saying?  Or is that the ale?

I have always tended towards the binge aspect of addictive habits.  As with most things that come within arms reach of me...if I have it I spend it, eat it, drink it, smoke it, snort it, fuck it....until it ends

....usually a lot sooner than originally anticipated....but never regretfully....maybe a little....

Foggy Days

Below you see my latest purchase.  Approximately 10 grams of Moroccan Black Hash.  BruthaMan and I have been exploring the Silk Road.  What we ordered was 10 grams, what we received however was about 12 grams.  Just shy of of a half ounce of Black Hash for $150.

 

A great deal!   Great Hash too!  Not hard as a rock or flattened paper thin and hard to handle.  It's a nice malleable chunk o' hash!  It came in two similar strips (like the one seen below).  BruthaMan took his share (2 grams, he likes to have a little on hand) and left me with what you see in the two pic's.  The second pic is the remainder of the split booty cut into "bite size" chunks.  It crumbles very easily and nicely when slightly heated and when lit for smoking, it lights very easily and when spent turns to reddish ash that empties from the pipe quite cleanly.

 



 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The high is quite pleasant too!  I have been suffering, these last few days since the holidays ended, with the present strain of flu that is going around.  Quite a debilitating flu.  First hits like a sledgehammer to the head, with headaches and body aches, then moves onto filling your head with snot while you have to live through fever and chills and body aches.

 

I have been very heavily medicated, just to make it through the day.  A concoction of cold/flu/sinus pills, and Advil.  I found out on Monday that the real relief (from the aches and pains) came when I smoked a pipe full of some OG Kush mixed with the Hash you see above.  Ahhhhhhh.........sweet relief.  So for the last 4 days I have been spending my days trying to work through the disease only to find I have little to no energy. 

 

My thought......if I'm going to be a glorified bump on a log, I might as well be high.

Is There Anybody Out There?

A question both suited to see if there are actually readers of this blog or if the finders of this are stoned.....or even more preferable...readers who are stoned...please stop here and smoke whatever amount of whatever you smoke, you feel necessary to attain THAT feeling, then click the link below...and float...we all float down here...

"Would you like a balloon Georgie?"

Enjoy

Hello,
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me
Is there anyone home?

Come on
Now
I hear you're feeling down
I can ease your pain
Get you on your feet again

Relax
I'll need some information first
Just the basic facts
Can you show me where it hurts?

There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship's smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move
But I can't hear what you're saying

When I was a child I had a fever
My hands felt just like
Two balloons
Now I've got that feeling once again
I can't explain
You would not understand
This is not how I am

I... Have become comfortably numb

O.K.
Just a little pin prick
There'll be no more aaaaaaaah!
But you may feel a little sick

Can you stand up?
I do believe it's working
Good
That'll keep you going through the show
Come on
It's time to go

There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship's smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move
But I can't hear what you're saying

When I was a child
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye

I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown
The dream is gone
I... Have become comfortably numb

Thinking Old!?

I had a strange thought........as I often do when stoned.

I actually thought, that as a younger man, I must have been misguided.  I honestly believed that I could function as a "normal" person.....while high. 

I only come to this realization after an incident at work today.  It was late in the evening, providing some technical support for a customer as BruthaMan and I do on occasion.  I was just starting to come down from a buzz, of course, the customer engages us for support.  To make a long story short, it was during this "crisis", although not especially confusing when you get to brass tacks, it was confirmed that I am not at my sharpest when working while high.

I am 49, people keep telling me I'm old.  My doctor, BruthaMan, Daughter, Son and of course The Better Half.  I don't feel especially old.  I've always said that I'm a 19 year old in a 49 year old man's body.

As younger people are wont to do, we feel (and I say we because  I'm still 19 at heart, remember) invincible.  That nobody can tell when they're stoned or drinking.  I know I certainly did and still do to a degree.  Tonight's incident only re-inforces the fact that I can tend toward near FREAKOUT stage when presented with a poser of a problem.

Does that mean I'm not invicible and by extension getting old as everyone keeps telling me?

I say no.  I say maybe I can't smoke it and function in a work environment as I once believed I could, maybe I take a little longer to recover.  Listen to this song, It just makes me stronger!! 

I still feel 19.... and will until the day I die.

Supply and Demand

Doh!

Supply is being jeoparized!!

I demand weed be legalized!! =)) 

It could be beneficial to all.  Tax on the weed.  Imagine how much money the Government could make taxing the weed, not to mention all the electrical thievery and damage that could be curtailed because of legalization.

I'm not pontificating...just sayin'....

A potent mix!!

What you're looking at is a shot of the mix I reviewed in Pipe Dream #2.  What I've done as mentioned in the post was to grind what weed I had just received.  Next, I took the Afghan Black and heated it ever so slightly to make it crumbly and then crumbled it all up.  Then following the BruthaMan Recipe, "A little weed, a little hash, a little weed, a little hash....." produced this lethal concoction you see before you.






1 part Hash Weed, 1 part Purple Kush, 1 part Afghan Black Hash

I may still need to add a little more weed to the mixture, not sure at this point.  It's almost a 1:1:1, weed:weed:hash combination.  I can see quite a bit of hash interspersed throughout the weed.

I look forward to smoking this little portion of my stash.

***Editorial Comment:  I am changing my posting time, to the time I posted this!  Bewildered as to why the fuck I haven't been posting at that time from the beginning?!?  I can be pretty dense sometimes!!*** :S

Music Bytes

Music, for me, is a tremendously strong memory trigger.  Certain specific songs can evoke very certain specific memories in me.  Red Barchetta brings to mind one such music byte. 

Summer 1980, Calgary, driving down Acadia Ave in my buddy Steve's 1976 Laguna S-3, early evening, Shelley Asselstine sitting on the centre console between Steve the driver and myself in the passenger seat.  Red Barchetta blasting on the cassette player. 

That memory tweaks a separate thought.  How can you tell I'm stoned?  I've known a lot of girls/women.  I've known a lot of dope smokers.  I HAVE not known a lot of girls/women dope smokers!

Don't get me wrong.  I have known a handful of girls/women dope smokers but in the girls/women I've known the non dope smokers far out weigh the dope smoking girls/women.

I can't believe that there are any less girls/women smoking dope than guys?  I wonder why it is that the circle of women I have been in, during my years on this planet, has not been filled with the dope smoking variety?

The reason I mention all of this, is because as always I have that thought when I hear Red Barchetta, I think of Shelley.  Tonight however my stoned mind threw me on The Dope Smoking Women tangent.

Just a momentary thought I had while listening to a song.