I have learned in the weeks passed that there is nothing more loathsome and miserable than a junkie. I used to admire the creative sagacity of heroin addicts, and the apathy of coke fiends. I fucking loved the Red Hot Chili Peppers when they were wasted, and I could literally make a list of junkies who have bettered my life: Perry Farrell, Van Gogh, Andy Warhol, Brad Nowell, Janice Joplin, George Carlin… I’m bored with lists now, but you get the point I hope. Anyway, I swear to the hairs that soften my sack… I contemplate the most aberrant and macabre slaughtering of every fucking junkie that crosses my path now. I am a kind, and reasonable person. I really am. I do absolutely nothing to bother the equilibrium of this world, except perhaps the environment with my desire for mass amounts of herb. (more…)

The coming generation is beginning to frighten me. I’m sure it’s a common fear, but embarking into the unknown personally scares the shit out of me. (more…)