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Well I have had some beers, it's true.
And then there were the shots of scotch, and the grammes of heroin. I do all this on my own in front of the television, you understand. There's nothing glamorous about it. My dealer does know some celebrities, he says, but he's never introduced me to any of them. So sometimes, late at night, when the Big Brother housemates have stopped replying then yes, I do get lonely.
That's never going to change.
As horribly addicted as I am to a long list of activities that are bad for me, though, I am trying to get my life back together.
Lately, to be sure, I have fallen off the wagon as far as Barbelith's concerned. And while in some way I wonder if I'd be quite such a fan of hard, dangerous drugs and grain alcohol if it wasn't for this site, I do regret my recent posts on here much more than, say, the needle full of tranquilisers that's currently sticking out of my arm, just under my old school tie. So you guys might consider it a brief relapse, if you like.
Because sitting here in my pants, surrounded by dirty needles, empty bottles of scotch and a note from my partner saying this time ze's really leaving, what I mainly don't want to do is return to the bad days of Barbelith, after it, and I, stopped being fun. |
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