The windchill is -5° (using the wind charts and the lying wind data as it's much windier up here, it's probably actually lower by a good 10°) and it is snowing. Alas, it's not snowing hard enough to really call it a good storm - yet. But, it has signs of becoming one.
It's not really a good blizzard until the house starts rumbling and visibility is measured in feet.
Winter is here, even if the calendar disagrees.
Hmm... I can't admit to felonies online.
So, I'll simply say there's probably a good chance of there being a large percentage of a quarter ounce sitting in my safe. There's probably a little bit left from an eight ball in there, in a separate package.
I'm one of those weird people that seemingly can't get addicted to cocaine. Trust me, I've kinda tried!
I get sick of it after 24 hours - and absolutely bored of it after 48 hours. By the time 72 hours is past, I just want to fucking go to sleep and I don't even like the smell anymore.
It's one of those drugs that, for whatever reason, I can use for just part of the day. Sometimes, I use it almost medicinally. If I'm going to go do a show, I might smoke or do a few lines before going out. Then, I'll maybe do a little between sets. By the time the show is over, I might do a few more lines with friends, or maybe cook some more and smoke a few more hits.
Then, I just put it away.
This is (maybe) going to baffle folks! On many, many occasions, I've just given someone what I had left. "Here, take this and go home. I'm going to go lay in bed for 8 hours, sleep for 15 minutes, and be grumpy tomorrow. Have a good day." - 'Cause it's usually daylight by that point!
I never really fiend for it like I see other people do.
I also can't stand street-meth. I don't mind an adderall sometimes, but street-meth is just fucking disgusting to me. (Yes, yes I have tried it.)
One of my more extreme philosophical views is (with some caveats that I'll get into, but only if you're really interested) that all drugs should be legal ---- for those who have reached the age of majority.