Give Me Something I’m Bored To Death
Tuesday, May 24th, 2005“I got an ultracet today from the doctor at work.”
“Who cares, ultracet sucks.”
Krist and me laughed at her. “Well it’s ok if you don’t have a tolerance,” I bullshitted. Of course I had to keep a straight face. One time I got her and another one of my less opiate oriented friends to go in on some morphine and I got a good discount and gave her and my other friend a morphine and ultracets and kept the rest of the morphine for myself. Not having tolerance to opiates seems so strange and foreign but I still remember when I could get high from only a couple pills. The cocktail of pills I take now would have killed me back then.
I ordered some Kratom that I want to capsulize and sell to friends for $5 a dose, making back all the money and then some. The junky businessman. Once I get some money I can start building LED glasses that blink to a certain frequency. It works on the same principle as the dreamachine. I wanted to build an EEG machine but that seems too dangerous. The plans I have don’t go by industry standards but if I used fiber optic cables I could lessen the chance of frying my brain.
For several days I’ve been out of anything opiate related. All I can do is drink and smoke weed till I run into something. I need to move to a place with a methadone clinic, one that doesn’t care if you smoke marijuana. I look like a sick and dying monster and I walk through the city like a ghost. There’s nothing interesting to do but you can always watch Star Wars. At least there is a chance I’ll be going to NYC Friday, maybe the week won’t be so fucking boring after all.
Life is stale without opiates.