02282005

My spirits are high. My health is decent; I haven't really been sick
since I wrote: "My last drunk." For twenty-eight days, I didn't drink
or use. Yesterday, though, I had some wine and then some Coke with
Courvosieur. I have had no money for some time now but I have plenty of
food and will receive my monthly check in a matter of days.
Sutton, an old friend from Klamath Falls, just called me. The last
time I hung around with Sutton, we smoked three Cuban cigars each. I
threw up and it depleted my prana, life force, levels for some time.
Also, I took him up on the mountain and he smoked pot for the first
time on Bull Rock, a boulder padded with dark green moss, littered with
shards of glass, and ensnared in tough bushes.
Anyway, he wants to come over for a weekend with our friend Chris
Siens. Being the prodigal son that I am, I warmly offered my apartment
to them. So, we'll drink beer and smoke weed and hopefully do something
interesting. I am the most cultured member of the trio so I intend to
choose the entertainment; there may be a mutiny.
Sutton is a red-head and was raised by a working class dad, an
outdoorsman and a Christian patriarch. He is highly fond of killing
critters; I wonder what he does with himself in Portland. "Amiable" and
"blunt" are two words that describe him.
Chris is boisterous and surprisingly intelligent. He was raised in a
Mormon family with five siblings. He left Klamath just as I started
working for the city paper and the plot of my life thickened. He tends
toward crimminal behavior but I would describe him as
"honorable."
Also, I am going with my parents to Cabo San Lucas, Mexico for Spring
Break. I hope it won't be but it may very well be my last luxurious
vacation. I feel one with the universe.