Yeah, no, I don’t know. See it’s like this … wait, no, it’s like that.
Ambiguity is your friend. Not a very good friend, ambiguity is sort of indifferent to you, but, you know, it doesn’t hate you. Probably.
The last entry I wrote here had me wondering about bacon e-juice. I didn’t pull the trigger on that one. I went another way; crème bulee, it’s like bacon only more vanilla custardy with a hint of caramel and less dead pig. Hmmm, I didn’t mean that to sound negative, I’d much prefer the taste of dead pig to live pig. Probably.
I swore I wasn’t going to smoke weird shit when I started vaping, was going to stick to the tobacco flavors. You’d think that’d be a natural for liquid nicotine, I mean tobacco is what they make that stuff out of. There are a lot of tobacco flavors on the market. They get reviewed a lot. Some folks make a living off reviewing them on YouTube. Most tobacco flavored ejuices taste like crack, either rocks made of cocaine and baking soda or that cleft between the ass cheeks of most mammals. Dead pig doesn’t sound so bad now, huh?
Sorry. I’m a compulsive motherfucker. Anyone who has read this far either already knew that or are here accidentally and it’s like a train wreck; horrible but you just can’t look away can you? Hubris; your problem not mine. Probably.
Oh, yeah, compulsive motherfucker. Not only did I order pre-made high end crème bulee ejuice but I also got in the ingredients, I hope, to make my own. Compulsive motherfucker. My desk looks like a head shop and the basement like a mad scientist’s lab. Um, not that kind of head shop.
You know I’m pretty sure I qualify for medicinal marijuana, don’t want it. I liked the marijuana when it was recreational. The high end skunk for medicinal use is too stony for me, though, honestly, it works well for a tummy ache. I have more issues with anxiety than my tummy and marijuana exacerbates; skunk weed exacerbates. That paranoid feeling? I don’t know about you, but for me it has nothing to do with illegality, it has to do with being stoned. Don’t much care for being drunk either, but I do enjoy a good whisky. So I guess I’m a moderate compulsive motherfucker. Probably.
Um, a compulsive motherfucker in moderation. Yes, the words to The Stars And Stripes Forever really do go “… So be kind to your web footed friends for a duck may be somebodies mother …” The person who you thought was pulling your leg? He/she wasn’t; though he/she might be about the whole ambiguous gender thing.
In the entry before last, a flash, three of god knows how many, I foreshadowed the ill portent of more. I think y’all can rest easy. That story either gets buried or reworked. Any more flashes make it a shtick. It’s possible the story deserves better, but in either case what this world needs is less shtick. At least less from me. Probably.
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