Mine’s Sarcasm…
Drugs! no, wait…
Muzak… not music, Muzak (you know…in elevators?)
My anti-drug is anti-cocaine. It beats the hell out of regular cocaine, since it annihilates with the mucous lining of your nose in a burst of gamma rays.
That’s cause it’s need the Dilithium crack to control the reaction.
*Caffiene…oh, wait.
*Music
*Being online
*Writing
*The Simpsons
*Movies
Sitting on the commode till my legs fall asleep and I become one with the seat.
Robin
Booze and cheap hookers.
Hot sweaty monkey love.
You mean, what do we turn to instead of drugs when we’re completely wigging out?
If so:[ul]
[li] A very long, very hard run[/li][li] Long, hot baths with grapefruit and patchouli oil[/li][li] Housecleaning. Fast and furious[/li][li] Writing in my journal[/li] Rubbing my face in my cats’ fur[/ul]
methadone…
[sub]
to get me off the heroin…
Well, I used to do a lot of acid.
So now I take a lot of antacid.
Copious amounts of sex.
[sub]Except not much lately, where’s that vial of crack?[/sub]
Oh dear Lord that’s funny. I hope you don’t mind, Mr. Visible, if I start ripping that joke off from you and using it in real life.
My antidrug is beer. I drank a lot of beer last night and I haven’t touched any kind of drug today. Apparently, it works. Why don’t you try it?
- Weights and punching bags
- Journal writing with dip pens and black ink
- Violently active, tenderly passionate sex
- Dancing to techno industrial gothic music
- and just about anything else I can get a decent endorphin rush from without fearing being broiled alive by my body’s own thermostat on a knockoff eXtacy ride
Methadon’t
beer and lots of it!
Masturbation…followed by a nap.
Sure. Go ahead; I’m honored.
The whole antacid thing started way back in college, during a particularly good trip. Picture, if you will, four tripping college kids sitting around an anthill, putting down little bits of Tums for the ants, and observing odd behavior afterwards.