That’s right Gah. In the words of the immortal Lenny Bruce 'Fuck the Irish!". egggg. I’m havign real trouble writing this right now. In a minute I’m going to go to MCDonalds and battle overthe supremecititiy of my stomache. Grease is what’ll do. I think so. I though I was sober enough to post, but as i’m writing I’m finding that is most definetely not the case. To which I say Gah!. After working a very long shift last night in which Filipino girls kept pinching my ass, calling me james, and trying to suck on my ears, then doing godawful four horsemen and flaming Dr. Pepper shots, not to mention waaaay to much Stella Artois. (That just ook 4 trys to write, I’m goign to go lie down for a bit) I got sucked into a den of sick Irish bastards. That['s right, you’re all bastards, out to corrupt poor innocent americans who should know better. Shame on you, all of you. I did a line of something, they said I was E, but damn it felt like someone took a string of barbed wire and flossed my brain with it. Then i was fed a mushroom that most certainly was laced with something. Yep. Still seeing trails, definetly laced with acid. Sometimes I’m not sur if I’m glad or scared to live in SF. Outside my window is a small dwarf in a wheelchair dressed all in purple, screaming obsenities at passerbyersss. Fuck. fuckfuckfuck. my god. a small purple dwarf, screaming obscenitits. Who the fuck needs hallucinagens? I do!
anyway, I spent the morning in some residental hotel with half-naked irish women singing along o telletubbies, trying to make my brain keep from oozing out my nose along with a substantial ammount of blood. allinall a great start to the weekend. Now, I’m goign to go get my stomache to settle down. some tnnnn grease. mmmm. yep. theatll do thae trick. I’m shakking .fucking keyboard. stuy the fuck still. I need some fucking sleep.
I knew I was having a Homer flash back.
Yo Homer, give scratch his brain back would you?
…DAMN!
It sounds like you’ve had more fun in the past 16 hours than I’ve had my entire life–cumulatively!
Lucky bastard.
One question: why bother lacing a shroom?
Hey, is it just me, or did the hallucinogens and alcohol improve your lazy spelling? 
Hang in there.
Mmmmm…flossing the ol’ brain with barbed wire…you just gotta love it! By the way, I never said it was E. Heh heh heh. Have some grease, get some sleep and maybe the buttons on the keyboard will stop moving around on you.
Less drugs, more girls…come on oldy, details!
I’m back. A quick update, then off to the beach for a nice nap. Or maybe to the windmill in the park. I’m at a coherent phaze, more or less now, my brain’s running a little too fast, but all is much better. Of course, as I’m sitting here typing it’s starting to come back now. better hurry.
I have suffered so that you may all benefit from my wisdom and experience.
I have learned a life lesson, a lesson that should be passed from father to son, from mother to daughter, from generation to motherfucking generation.
Never…=ever. Under any circumstances. ever. Go into a McDonalds at lunch time while coming down off acid. ever.
Why lace a mushroom? Mushrooms are harder and more difficult to grow than acid. lacing a shroom allows a dealer to sell a relatively weak mushroom at a higher price. Many people probably wouldn’t know the difference between a shroom and acid high. I do.
I also had a drug influenced board dream/flashback/halucination. Yep, and we can all thank tiggeril for it. Rush Limbaugh and Pat Buchanan engaged in sweaty, loud, rooting, sex. I just couldn’t get it out of my mind. Every jiggle, every grunt, every moan, every ingrown hair, and every bead of sweat. I really can’t describe it. I really don’t want to.
after nap more details.
oldscratch, a word of advice to you - Get high on life!
Mushrooms should be reserved for a cream sauce on noodles.
P.S. More details! This is starting to sound like one of André Breton’s “automatic writing” experiences.
Sure I’m not the only one desperately hoping the “more details” leaves OUT the disturbing hallucination that I can’t get out of MY mind now… thanks Oldscratch!
::shudder::