Oh there have been many things, some of them quite wholesome and laudable. I have been 150 feet below the waves on a single tank of air. I have written pseudo-literary bollocks and got something for it.
I have to admit though that booze and wanking have always been useful tools in my personal fight against drug abuse. But they're not pathological. Yet.
Nicotine, caffiene, alcohol, oxygen, sugar, acetaminophen, ibuprofen, codiene, adrenaline, endorphins, and good ol' fashioned piss and vinegar are my anti-drugs.
That and picking the wrong fucking mushrooms, patiently and sneakily drying them out, taking them many many miles to Someone Who Knows and hearing, "Hmm not sure about these" and having to chuck em in the bin....
Should've stuck with cocaine. I know where I am with cocaine. So - ineptitude is also my anti-drug.
"Supply falling short of demand is my anti-drug! Not personally knowing any dealers in this town also helps!"
-Deric Holloway, role-model to children everywhere
Turning 27, having a fucked chest and discovering that, apart from gear, I actually prefer booze (less weird). Really enjoyed mushies this season and I'm sure coke and speed will turn up in my nasal passage at some point in the future, but for now....
Constant change
Subversion for the fun of it
People asking me if I'm a cop
People thinking I'm high when I'm straight and straight when I'm high
The joys of being perma-fried
Evolooootion
