Stoned

I came home from Bolago early to get stoned, on my own. I'm sure this is not a good development, 'they' would say.

I came home early last weekend to get stoned on my own.

I passed out and missed all of last Friday, because I got too bloody stoned. That's clearly not a good development.

I think I need a better cigarette substitute.

I haven't smoked cigarettes, though. That's good, huh? There's an upside.

I eat chocolate, all this Xtian bullshit put it in my head, but not eggs, no not eggs, chocolate bars I got at the shop.

I type away on my keyboard until the joints start to catch up with me.

I laugh, as I lean sideways on the computer chair. Chaka Khan sings Come 2 My House. It's almost genius.

I think I should just give in and lie on the couch. But that would mean building an open fire. There is a chill in the air.

Too stoned to build a fire, might as well just have another joint then.