Last Day on the Gig

Oh yeah, today is my last day on this gig, but that does not mean i will be unemployed. See, this is the nature of consulting; you bounce around from project to project, which poses its hardships, so you are rewarded with perks like time "on the bench" in between projects. I say "on the bench" because that is the jargon of the industry or at least my company. Cute right? Like we are all athletes on a team, but its actually more like we are soldiers, atenhut! With cushy desk jobs wearing brand name slacks and button downs.

While I am on the bench I may have to go to the office in NYC for meeting but most of the time I will be able to work from home and work consists mostly of communicating with coworkers and online training, which aint to bad.

Sooooo, no work tomorrow. I’m going to see Maceo Parker at the TLA tonight. It will probably be kind of cheesy but the man did work with the godfather of soul himself, James Brown not to mention Parliament Funkadelic and Prince. Ill have a couple drinks, maybe a couple prints of our girl Ms. Ringwald and I don’t think its possible for it to be a bad time.

The Disco Biscuits are playing at the Electric Factory tonight in as well. Don’t want to go to that show but I would like to hang with those kids and maybe move some L. Those kids get fucked up. Somebody said something bout a hotel party so I talk to my pepoples bout some late night rendezvous

Thumbs up our Asses

I am so bored at work, I cant even think of anything interesting to write, so you should probobly just stop reading now.

It amazes me that these companies are willing to pay me what I consider a decent salary to do soo little. You'd think they would have me working like a dog, which is actually what I would prefer becuase it makes the day go by so much faster. But no, I reep the benefits of some corporate bigwig schmoozing and back scratching resulting in me sitting at some table with a printer on it with my back to a walkway where people are constantly needing to get by and insist on spilling hot coffee on me. Point beeing, they dont even have any room here for me yet they are convinced that my 1 hour of work a day is vital to the success of this endeavor.

We get back to the place and blow some rails of K. It stings like a bitch, but in couple minutes its well worth it. Getting over to the couch and getting the DVD to play was interesting because our motor skills were totally shot. We put on Grateful Dead - Closing of Winterland DVD and start to get into the zone. All of our speech is really slurred and talking is slightly difficult but amusing. We feel really comfortable at this point physically and with each other. Its great to have pals that you get so fucked up around and not have to feel self conscious at all. Jerry starts to rip it and I get total tunnel vision. We decide it would be nice to smoke a J and I someone how manage to twist a something sweet up.

By the way, we have a seriously dank hook up. We have been getting all kinds of organic, soil-grown strains: calimist, blockhead, sage, etc... The shit smells divine and tastes delicious.

After the J, my vision gets all blurry and I feel like I've sunken several feet into the couch. The DVD is on and keeps moving back and forth from the focal point to the background as my mind swirls in a state in between a waking and sleeping dream.

Inebriated factoids at the Wawa

My girl B knew I was interested in one of her roommates friends and tried to arrange for us to go to the wawa but things got all mixed up and the two of them, my boys and myself ended up going which was fine. I was tweaked enough at this point to have misplaced all my possessions so I borrowed five bucks and got some cigs. The chicks were getting hoagies so we waited outside and smoked and interacted with some fine inebriated folk. One wasted dude ended up being quite informative and layed on me a factoid about wawa being a Native America, possibly Cherokee word for food. Not sure if he was bullshiting but it seems plausible.

I kind of wanted to go get to know this girlie a little better but my boys definitely wanted to go back to the crib and I knew they would be dipping into some a little something before we hit the hey

Lo Key Eve of the Eve in illadelph

I took a print of molly just to make sure it was real and ended up taking a bunch because it was in shard form. I've always had the powder before but shards are fine by me. It tasted as bitter and terrible as anything so I knew it was good. I started getting some ants in my pants that were making me want to dance so we blew some K to even things up, wagar did a gorker, the train did a bit and I just did enough that I was still very high functioning. We went over our good girlfriends house and there were a couple of people hanging out. We drank sangria and it the vibe was very warm and friendly. I was playing with some fabric they had and having a fantastic time the with the various patterns and textures when there seemed to be a group push to get some nicotine...

Spreading Holiday Cheer One Dose at a Time

My good friend the A Train brought over a few holiday goodies last night: Molly, Acid and K. Have work today, where I am now and am obviously working hard, so we didn't rock out too crazy last night. A couple scotchs and a little line of K had me feeling pretty nice. Initially I got a little energy wave, probably just the anticipation of being real tweaked. Then Things got pretty psychedelic; everything got pretty colorful, like my friends beige sweater looked pink and purple, etc. Then I kind of lost all depth perception, not in the sense that I couldn't navigate my surrounding but everything in my field of vision appeared to be on one even plain, like the world was a surreal moving painting.

After that I receded into the couch with a friend who seemed to be experiencing some similar effects. I felt like I had eaten a whole handful of pills, like perks or something but then instead of passing out, I just came down, or came back up or whatever you want to call it. Eventually sleep did take hold and when I awoke I was fully dressed, cellphone still in the pocket and knew it had been a goodnight, for a Wednesday.

No work tomorrow, so tonight should be even more fun, guess Christianity is good for something other than creating mindless war mongering idiots.