This weekend I am going to take my nicotine patches to town, and ask people outside the club if they want to join me at the Bar for one.
What's the point of a new law if I can't abide standing alone to enjoy the environment? It's okay; I'll buy some drugs over the counter to make me feel better.
Things have come a long way from skinny-dipping after all night trance parties. We used to cook broccoli and rice on a small gas cooker and eat it with soy sauce and chopsticks. Taking turns with the chopsticks.
People wanted to be together after the fact, giggling, cuddled up against the cold in the back of an old car. You wore boots and old trousers that frayed at the ends, cause it was easier like that.
Later on, someone cut the bottoms of their curtains and sewed the strips onto their
trousers to make them last longer.
You create value by carefully acknowledging your friends in meaningful ways.
Don't complain to me anymore about how full of shit you think my brain is.
This is an outright demand for love, awareness and some good karma.
Here, give me those pills; I'm starting to think I can change the world
