Ouch! I hurt. So, anyhow a dear frined of mine gave me about 250 dollars worth of Blow. Which I was, in turn, supposed to give to friends to help him get rid of. I don't know how many of you have done Blow, but it turns me into a horny jackass incapable of getting a boner. Kind of a Catch 22. Frustrating to say the least. On with the story... my friend picks me up at Dad Watson's where I was having dinner with Kevin Rice. Kevin was my old boss at Adobe Systems. He's a kindred spirit. We then go have a few drinks. We stop back at my place. He gives me the shit. We do a couple of lines about 9pm. I tell myself that's it since I need to work in the morning. It's Tuesday. Well after he leaves I do a lil more. Then a lil more. Then a lil more. At around 7am I figure "Well I guess I'm not goin to work today". I email my boss my sick day email. Then I proceed to snort an entire 40bag by 9am.
Okay, now it's time to watch some porn... which remained on for the entire day. Later that night a couple of friends drop by for a bit. I am lying there on the sofa... incapable of speaking at this point since I am so high. My entire body from the neck down is numb... numb in a good way I tell you. Anyhow a couple of hours go by. I kind of ask them to leave... or at least hinted at it a lot until they finally did. I could barely walk. I WAS SO FUCKING HIGH! BUT CRASHING FAST! The time was about 9pm. I downed 3 tylenol PMs and passed out.
The next morning... I felt pretty good. Shocker. But my life force was weakening. Oh right... I had not eaten in 2 days. Must get food on way to work. So I jump in the shower. Nose cleaning time. This is really the unglamorous part of doing BLOW. I snort some water. And start to blow my nose clean. Hold one nostril. I blow with all my might. A few small buggers fly out. But something just broke loose. Now when I breathe out of that nostril, it's like there is a value opening and closing. Okay this will get it. One final blow as hard as I can! With a burst of freedom it dislodges with a slight popping sound. The speeding bugger hits the shower wall with a thud. It looked like a dime sized corn flake soaked in bloody slime. Lovely, now why do I do this? Can't get a boner, can't eat, burning a hole thru my nose, and 250 can be gone in an instant. HMMM? Because it feels pretty good to be in that numb state. And the ritual of racking lines and rolling dollars is fun to me.
