A lovely Winter's Day, Saturday Morning

Well, there you go. The fire is burning, it is a cold day in Melbourne. Those of us who were not born in Melbourne, may have described Melbourne’s first day of winter as brutal, as I saw Amy Thompson describe it on Facebook.

Pussies!

It’s 8.30am, awake and feeling good.

I'm rolling joints, much to Sam’s displeasure. Well, not so much at the thought, more at the regularity. He thinks I should make it last, like Shane does.

“No, that just drip feeds the addiction, it is much better that it is a short, sharp burst. Then its over.”

“Don’t be such a piggy.”

Well, what’s a boy to do on the first of winter? Okay, the 2nd?

It is cold, winter cold. Jumpers… and scarves, in the case of David. And probably gloves, in his case. He’s in Bali right now, so we’ll hear all about it when he get’s home.

I suggest to Sam that we turn the pot into dope cookies.

He agrees. It’s kind of like being a vegan pot head.

He doesn’t say no to the joint, though.

We drink Up and Go.


I read about The Dark Net, the place of encryption and drug dealers and murderers. Gangsters, racketeers, hookers, pimps, drug dealers, pornography of every description. Any body part you want. I want to see a preppy boy get rape for making snot-nosed, redneck, unremorseful homophobic remarks. For real. You know, the ultimate payback. By a trio of drug fucked and angry bears. I’d put a down payment on a set of lungs too. It sounds likes the last frontier. I think of Beta Station Z on Gamatrone, no one goes there unless they have to. Metal bars and scrap metal and debris, doors hanging from hinges and paneless windows, all tell tale signs of something that was once great. The burning sun, tumble weeds of indescribable scrap, burnt soil and blood red skies, where the sun doesn’t set for six months of the year. The air is inhaled through special filtering nose clips, otherwise you can choke to death really fast on your own breath. There is desolation as far as the eye can see.


I wonder how hard it would be to go there, The Darknet, you know, just to have a look around? Now that would be the ultimate Virtual Life. Like a guided bus tour through North Korea or a day trip to Afghanistan.

Now, thinking about the Dark Net, one would think that I could Google a dope cookie recipe relatively easily on the normal net, don’t you think?

Sometime later...

How many dope cookie recipes do you want. And everybody is a fucking expert, as per usual.


Sometime much later…

I made the best brownies. They are absolute rubbish in getting you stoned, just crap, but as brownies, they are great.