I've spoken before of my recreational drug past. This morning I'm watching a film called MAGIC TRIP about the author of ONE FLEW OVER THE CUCKOOS NEST going on a road trip across America with a group of friends, all wasted on LSD. A road trip is something I've always fancied but my life hasn't worked out like that. In fact its worked out better with my having my son and everything but the fantasy of losing a year to a road trip, especially drug fuelled one still seems romantic to me. Watching this film makes me fondly remember my LSD nights but thankfully doesn't have me plotting to do it again. I'm still a non drinker and obviously drugless too.
Today I am having a lazy day where I haven't opened a single curtain or indeed had a wash yet. Grimy I know but I'll have a good bath later. Sometimes its very freeing to lay in your own filth. Not that I'm filthy as I had a shower yesterday. Anyway why am I trying to convince you of anything? Lay off!
This is also a film which inspires me further to write anything/something. As you can read here, I write often and in more places than just here you understand. I find words gather in my system every day and I can only hold them in for so long. I wish I had a decent writing desk at my disposal but I don't even have enough room for one here. But the invention of the ipad is not to be knocked. A typewriter may seem more iconic but they are cumbersome things. I also do my diaries handwritten and there's something very organic about them. The scrawlings have my DNA in them in some way.
So my only drug today will be sugar soaked caffeine.
Have a good day, everyday.
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