Semi-eventful day today. Saw Baldwin on my walk up to Aunt Cindy’s to hep finish painting. Of course, we rolled and scored a dime bag of smoke, so I went to Cindy’s place sorta high. Her stepson, Ned, was I guess dying to get high, so I let him smoke some of the very little that I had. He ended up bumming me smokes for the rest of the day! At one point Lenny (Cindy’s husband) pulled me aside and told me not to smoke with Eric (not sure who this is) , so I didn’t after that.
The day was typically beautiful, warm, and sunny, with a hefty breeze that animated the surroundings. At one point I fixated to the sight of laundry just hung out, dancing lazily in the August sun. Today, I felt free for a few hours of my youth.
Intake: 20 mg oxyco, smoked
(A good reminder to us all to enjoy all those wonderful moments of our youth, no matter what age we are. Thinking that the weddings, birthdays, and Christmas’ would stand out the most, I focused so much energy on those events. However, these were never my favorite moments, and often were my worst being filled with hectic to-do lists, other people’s unruly children, smarmy comments, and exhaustive itineraries. The moments that hold the most wishes for a time-machine-trip would be moments like Matt had here: watching fresh laundry in the breeze. Do you have one of those poignantly mundane memories? If you can’t think of one, maybe it’s time to do what Walt Whitman did: