My Brain Not on the Drugs it’s Usually On
Last week, I had a doc appt on Wednesday. I hate going to the doc. Actually, I hate going anywhere. I don’t like being around people or in environments I don’t have any control over. The older I become, the worse this is. But I needed med refills and an A1C, so I arranged my whole week so I’d be sure to make it to this appointment. The doc was sick and canceled on me. That sucked. It was almost…
Why Snoop Dogg and I aren’t speaking.
Disclaimer: Medical pot is legal in my state. Even if one doesn’t have a medmar card, getting caught with pot in my town is like a traffic ticket. If the laws are different in your town, for fuck’s sake, don’t smoke any pot. This post is not meant as a substitute for medical or legal advice. Drugs are bad, mmmkay? As many of you know, I switched to vaping a few years ago. After about 2 months, I lost my…
Another year another…you know, everything else.
September 6th is my mom’s birthday. It occurred to be recently that I tend to refer to mater in the past tense, even though she’s not dead. I wouldn’t even say she’s “dead to me,” because I don’t pretend she’s dead. I just talk to her slightly less often than I talk to (or toward, more like) people who actually are dead. There are plenty of dead people I think of as better, smarter, cooler, kinder, and less violent and…