Saturday, December 24, 2005

Lushing it Up in Thailand

I started the day with a pot of green tea. Took my tincture of GoodMood Tonic, 5 HTP, B multi-vitamin, Taurine, and good ole vitamin C. Then upon leaving for the day I popped a sleeping pill with a pain pill. Upon arrival to the first destination, I had a beer, I slammed it because we all were going to the beach. Once at the beach, I had a Pina Colada. We then took a boat to a private beach. I discovered that they were selling beer there so I had a beer and then went snorkeling in this most beautiful light blue water, white sand beach. It was sunny and warm, so afterward I went back for another beer to fish out a tall 22 oz beer from the cooler. I drank that down as our boat came back to pick us up. Once back at the first beach, we ordered food and cocktails. I drank two rum and cokes and by this time, I had indeed copped a nice buzz. After eating we returned to the first destination. I called to get picked up, while waiting I rooted around the refrigerator and freezer, only to find an sapphire, gin that is,....I then made a strong ass gin and tonic, made a salute to my good buddy DrugUser, who turned me on to the drink. The rest was a blur, I recall watching TV with my son, eating chocolate while my wife was getting a Thai message. Life couldn't have been better, then I woke up. Massive hangover and sunburnt to the max. I smiled it was all worth it!

Thursday, December 22, 2005

Vodka in Hong Kong

So I go out drinking with my brother in Hong Kong. Downtown Hong Kong is electric at night. They are doing up Christmas more so than in the states, and for a Monday night it is hopping. I didn't break the news to my bro that I don't really drink anymore. I'm a fulltime herb smoker and being away from it I must rely on pain pills and sleeping pills to achieve similar effects, although pills don't even compare, I miss my herb stock. The first place we go to doesn't even serve beer and wine, just premium liquor. I go with a Vodka Cranberry, cranberry for my liver, vodka for the fact it doesn't really give me a hangover. The next place, jello shots, that's right jello shots in Hong Kong, granted we had to go into a dive where 80's music was blaring and fat older white dudes were openly groping on these Asian women, who for the life of me couldn't figure out, weather they were hanging with them for free drinks, a chance of getting married, or perhaps they were already getting paid for the date itself, nonetheless, it made me sick to see. Then we hit this place where you wear fur coats, step inside a walkin freezer set at 15 degrees and order Vodka shots. I asked for Jagermeister but there was an actual menu of 100's of kinds of Vodka. That was unique but knarly because I am not a straight alcohol drinker, freezer or not, it's burly. By this time I'm getting fuzzy, a street vender comes to me with all kinds of trippy LCD lighted shit, as if there was a rave happening, the lit up penis catches my eye, I feel like I'm dosed. We go into another place, I keep drinking Vodka, by the end of the night I am tanked trying to carry on a conversation. Yuk! I hate liquor! I pass out in the taxi and arrive at my place. It's a 5 star kind of place that hires people to open up the massive glass door at all hours of the night. I stumble into bed and wake the next morning trying to hide my hangover as my wife and kids wake way too early, and we get up to bust a day trip to this island where this massive Buddha chills.

Wednesday, December 21, 2005

Nearly Toasted

So I decided the drug laws in China and Thailand were just not worth the risk of taking the doctor recommended pot brownies. I hit the road with my family gobbling down toast with pot butter. When I got to San Fran Airport, I was so high that I figured, what's the risk of a couple pieces of toast that look like foul smelling pesto? Upon going through the security, my bag was screened once again, a sweat broke out down my back, then a ton of security came over to me and my bag. I was baked and thinking they wanted to check out the ganja toast. "Do you have any sharp objects in your bag?" "No" I responded, wanting to go on with, "But look man I'm a medical marijuana user and the toast has been prescribed!" They opened my backpack while more security came over checking me out. I could feel the sweat trickling down my back. Out came a bag of apples with a sharp paring knife used to cut the apples. I really didn't know it was in there because my wife told me to pack snacks, I just threw stuff into my bag from the car. Then a very official man came to me and explained how he was going to have to confiscate the knife. Big deal, but don't take the toast!

Wednesday, December 14, 2005

Jah guide and protect.

As I prepare for my family journey to Hong Kong and then onto Thailand, I've been smoking massive to load up my fat cells with the sweet THC. Then I found this site
It's a worldwide guide on where and how to score herb!

Tuesday, December 13, 2005

Tweeker Encounter

My brother drug user told me yesterday that it was our one year anniversary blogging on this site. When I think back a year, I can't remember a thing, but I suspect that I was smoking a lot of herb and drinking. I know I was drinking because one of my new year's resolutions was not to have an open container and drive at the same time. In terms of sobering up, I drastically reduced my alcohol intake sometime around the spring incident,...drinking way too much and barfing the whole way home through downtown out the passenger window. I got so high last night that I was out by 8:15 only to wake up at 3 am and start working,...I got to capitalize on my moments of sobriety, granted if it were the weekend I would have already taken several bonghits and made bhang and it's not even 4am yet!
Last night, I was meeting my man to pay him from last month's hook up. We met at an ATM machine in a big parking lot. I parked only to have some woman drive up and give me a bunch of shit over that fact that she was going to park in the space I parked. No I didn't see her blinker, most people I know do not use their blinker to indicate that they are going to turn into a parking spot for crying out loud!! Now I had a hard day at work, and I thought the conversation was completely ridiculous, so I let her know to get over it! When out of the dark shadows of the parking lot, this short tweeker freaker comes out and says, "You want some of me!?! Don't be disrespecting women!!" and he kicks me!!! "Bring it on!" He is getting pumped up, then my man come up and says, "cool it you are way out of line!" and the guy pushes my man pretty hard. I'm standing thinking this shit is not really happening. Meanwhile I see the bitch woman, taking out money from the ATM and carrying on about how I shouldn't drive if I don't believe that one should blinker to park. It's fucking crazy, the guy comes at me again and this time when he goes to kick me, this weird reaction took place, I grabbed his leg as if to lift him up and knock him down. I let go thinking I don't want problems. Just then he reaches into his pocket, I'm thinking this is where he pulls out a gun or knife,..but fortunately it's a bluff, I think because nothing comes out and my man is right there protecting me like a big brother. Now I believe in many lives during ones lifetime, and something like that reminds of my distorted view, I think I died in the conflict but still had lives left so when the dude pulled out nothing it was all meant to be that way, had he pulled out something to kill us then I would have known that I ran out of lives. I jumped in my car and rolled down my window, smiled and said, "Happy Holidays" to my man. He laughed, then I drove by the tweeker, I yelled from the safety on my running vehicle, "FUCK YOU MAN!!". It set him off in the worse way, mean, but what a release.
The things you have to do to get herb, my man said that had it been a year ago he would have just kicked his tweeker-ass. I was freaking on the whole incident, when I got home, I got so stoned , hence the 8:15 bedtime!

Friday, December 09, 2005

Another weekend during the week. Or I love it when I get sick!

I was sick for the last two days. Sick in the way I took two days off work. It's a rare thing, taking work off, but it was nice. I stayed high the entire time while playing with my kids and taking a bunch of herbs to clear up my cold. Now I'm going back to work for just a Friday then boom it's the wekkend, and guess what I'm doing?,....Yes you're right! Getting high all day and playing with my kids. I got to wondering when my kids well start to that not every daddy cranks up Bob Marley, Spearhead, and/or the Grateful Dead then proceeds to blow up and tie off an entire package of balloons, taking a break only to bust out the Ben and Jerrys!

Tuesday, December 06, 2005

Christmas Season

Christmas season has usually began the day after Thanksgiving, this year however I noticed a few stores skipping Thanksgiving altogether and hitting Christmas right after Halloween. I'm traditionally a bah Humbug but there is always a moment in which I really get hit with the warm fuzziness of the Christmas season.
This year it happen last weekend, I exchanged gifts with my man who wrapped up a garage bag full of shake from his harvest while I scored him a bunch of bootlegged DVD videos. My first gift,...I took a handful of this bright green shake and made a strong batch of Bhang. While at the farmers market 30 minutes later I heard a train but it wasn't really the sound of a train nor did trains run in the area. I thought damn I'm pretty high to be hearing things,...just then a wave of bikers came rolling down the street, each Harley had a gift strapped to the bike. During the fifteen minutes we watched the parade of bikes with gifts it dawned on me how each bike was making a difference and the fact that there was well over 1,000 bikers this was truly the spirit of Christmas, giving to the less fortunate. I began to cry thinking how beautiful everything was, I looked over at my wife who was hit with the same emotion, we laughed at our sappiness but both agreed how cool it was that all these bikers were doing something like that. Here I am going to Thailand for Christmas, stressing on how I will get high while being in a country with oppressive drug laws. While the majority of kids may or may not even get a gift for Christmas. Granted Christmas is not about consumerism but how can you get away from that evil force? Long story short I had a moment and that's what the Christmas season is all about. Meanwhile I'm getting high every chance I get and toying with various pharmaceuticals, a wonderful to spend time during the holidays.