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The 6th Time’s the Charm!

I can’t sleep.


I don’t judge…. I’ve gone far past 6. Double-digits, even. But was always excited for a new rig.

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Drugs (Land Of Mind)

Hmm… all of these “negatives” are fun. I mean, where’s the drama?… how would Jerry Stahl, Hollywood, Mafias, Narcotic divisions of Law Enforcement, etc, etc and so forth… make a living without these negatives? What would Republicans complain about?

My 2 cents: if one cannot get drugs (in this day and age), one isn’t trying hard enough. And if one isn’t trying hard enough… one shouldn’t deserve and/or actually get to do them.

Just another reactionary post written while completely sober (I know, right!?) by the folks at 23rd street.

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My Coke Dealer (Vice)

Read, if you please:

My Coke Dealer (Vice)

Yet, another lovely article found stumbling on the interwebs by the folks at 23rd Street.


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Treating Agony With Ecstasy

99 tablets of Ecstasy on the Wall


I must say, I do this alot these days…

…if by “alot” one means “almost exclusively”.

And by “this”, one means “linking to other articles” without actually instilling any of my own insight and/or opinion thus rendering 23rd street a sort of torrentz of drug blogs (i.e. a meta-search for recreational/illicit/psychological drug-stuff).

It is what it is.

Treating Agony With Ecstasy (discovermagazine.com)

I suppose, with a bunch of physical/vestibular upheaveal, I am having trouble distinguishing what I might feel/think about anything. Though, I can tell you that I feel strongly that “Ecstasy” should be spelled “Ecstacy”.

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Marijuana, Once Divisive, Brings Some Families Closer

Medical marijuana usa

Not Like I Care that Much, but...

Marijuana, Once Divisive, Brings Some Families Closer (nytimes.com)

I’m a drug-person, not a pot person, but I thought this interesting.

Thank you drive thru.


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Three and a Half Years Out…

I thought that it’d be appropriate to come semi-circle, if you will and write a bit about what this whole thing… this whole like, 23rd Street Chronicles… this whole, okay… Blooooog or something… started as in the first place.

Three and a half years out… I feel that this is a safe landmark of sorts.

I’ve always been a proponent of cognitive behavioural-ish approaches to things. Aaron Beck, ‘fake it ’til you make it*’, ‘‘just do it’, etc. And for the most part (including all of the destructive drug usage) these are the tenants that have, for me, been most effective in my blind-eyed, flailing-armed experience of the world.

In so saying, I discontinued a behaviour. I stopped using meth.

…this. last. time, anyway.

As an action, I ceased this behavior. I discontinued an habitual action in the same manner that I had ever begun one. …multiple times and ceased multiple times in various colours in spades.

See, it’s all the same. It’s all behaviour. If you do, if you don’t. That’s it.

Mouse, maze, cheese. Flowers for Algernon.

I’m not saying injecting street drugs is the same as just not injecting street drugs. I’m not saying that I am the same as you because I do the same things as you nor am I the same as you because it doesn’t matter what we do at all.

This is nihilism.

But behaviour is behaviour. And we should recognize the potential in which it can be abused. Yes, in a certain sense it is ‘better’ that I’m not injecting street speed into my veins. …I guess…

But this secession is exactly the thing that has placed me in this limbo for this entire time. Things obviously change, once one changes behavior (especially behavior as extreme as this). Furthermore, increasing time in itself, does alter experience.

But alteration or secession of behaviour alone does not a ‘cure’ make. It fucks you all-the-more. Yes, alot of extraneousness is stripped away creating something more clear. …like a tumble-weeded out Western perhaps.

But, i guess, this whole thing… I’m here to tell you… limbo is limbo for a reason. No one is supposed to stay here. I discontinued the behaviour… but I’m still here.

And I know… as I’ve known all along, I suppose… that something is still awry.

None of this is really about drugs…

I’m sleepy. Shout out to the J-man: sleepy-dance.

Don’t even think about it.

…not done. NOT even.

…if you’ve read any of this ghey-ass blog, any of it.. one post… you can do me the favor of staying with me here, for this one.
because sometimes, it’s important.

And, so, one again: To be Continued…

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Confessions of an eBay Opium Addict

For the most part, the whole “everything I ever think/say (even if it has nothing to do with drugs) is saturated-with and filtered-through drugs”-thing has dwindled to about 45%*. Though, if one thinks about it, the context of “everything I ever think…” kind of makes it impossible to measure in percentages rendering that last statement nonsensical.

Hey man, I guess that’s how I roll.

*approximate estimate

In any event, in the version of the aforementioned sentence that would make sense, I attribute this, reduction to voluntary and involuntary behaviour.

But, from time to time, I like to indulge in the familiar. And thus I have stumbled upon:

Confessions of an eBay Opium Addict

I mean, this is a drug blog, after all.

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