Wednesday, November 8, 2017

Day 196 Of 365 Days of Cock

 It's called a ding dong because you tap it like a door bell... did I share with you that I tried to trade booze and sleeping pills in for marijuana? Shit did not go well... I have heard from lots of people that marijuana is great for insomnia. I also heard that my lack of sleep, alcohol, and sleeping pill abuse would end my life... as someone that doesn't sleep this perked my interest, so I went to the weed store. I told the guy at the weed store my issue, he referred to pot as, "flower" and suggested I buy 2 super joints, I bought 4. He told me not to take more than 5 puffs.... fast-forward to home and I am sitting in my backyard sparking up a joint with my main squeeze Bethany. I try 5 puffs and it doesn't mean shit to me, so I smoke the thing down to the end, Bethany takes a few to help kill it. The joint is done and I feel nothing at first, then I feel pretty groovy, I actually feel comfortable in my skin, the first time in ages... so I go upstairs and lie in bed. My bed feels so soft, the pillows feel so big they swallow me whole. I lay in bed thinking, "for the first time in my life I will sleep good!" I was so wrong, as I lied in bed with my eyes closed the patterns in my head grew intense, the colors even more intense... it was like a wave of colors and patterns washed over me... as someone that dislikes fiction I found it interesting for about 45 minutes then I grew bored of it, very bored of it! For about three hours I was treated to a pattern that seemed to get more intense and more colorful as time went by, as for me I wasn't impressed I wanted my mind to rest, & I wanted to sleep! Not trip balls! Luckily, sometime near the late afternoon shit cleared up and I was able to go to First Friday... I walked around FxFx stoked to be with my family but bummed, I thought marijuana would solve my insomnia problems, I guess not... 

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