We'll carry over the drug theme from the last page of the prior WDT. FOCUS: When you think about dropping acid, E, smoking enough pot to paralyze an elephant, or whatever your drug of choice was (is) what's the first memory that pops into your head? Most likely it was either the best trip to date, or the worst.
First time I smoked the weeds, I was 14 and hanging out with a couple older kids while some parents were out of town. We ended up watching some lesbian porn starring some very unattractive ladies.
Mine was smoking a couple of joints at a canal party in the middle of nowhere. Pretty much like the moontower party in "Dazed and Confused". I remember nothing more about that night.
I imagine that I'm not the only person who has tried to jerk off while on Vicodin, but that shit sucks out loud.
When I was playing music I did coke. Mountains of coke. A typical day went like this: 5-5:30 PM: Wake up. I hate life and everyone. My head is pounding, my eyes can't focus and something always seemed to smell funny. Not "Ha ha" funny, "What. The . Fuck. is that smell" funny. I'd lie there for a good half hour telling my band mates to fuck off and leave me alone. I'd finally rouse myself thanks to their insistent yelling and hitting me with shit. 6 PM: Lay out a couple of lines and snort them. Feeling better. Get in shower and drink a beer. Band mates are getting progressively louder. Hootin' and hollerin' and shit. 6:30 PM: Out of the shower, feeling almost human again. Do another line. Join in on the hootin' and hollerin' . Drink another beer. And another. And another. 7 PM: Do my hair. Half a gallon of Aqua Net later, I'm good to go. Time to get my fingers nimble. Do a line. Grab my spare guitar and start running scales. Drink a beer, do a line. "Hey! I'm pretty good at this guitar thing!" My asshole band mates ignore my new found talent. Fuck 'em. 7:30 PM: Pile into the rigs and head to the bar. Feeling great and bullet proof. 8 PM: Sound check. I'm a fucking guitar God. No one is better then me. Drink a few free beers. 8:55 PM: A line for luck and.... 9 PM: WooHoo! Time to play! By 2 AM I'm amped, drunk and bouncing off the walls. Back to the hotel for more beer, blow and fucking. Next day, do it all over again. Coke is a wonderful drug....I'd have to try really damn hard to get stumbling drunk on it....I mean it's possible, but you have to be pretty damn bound and determined to make a complete ass of yourself. It just seems to metabolize the booze at a nice rate. Sometimes I'm really, really surprised that I'm still alive.
You and Gabe Newell both. Happy Birthday, GrandPaw! Meanwhile I did exciting stuff like mill down some lumber with my new band saw and put together a table top for a new office desk I'm building. I pick up the square tubing for the base tomorrow. It's going to be a heavy bitch... 9' long, 3" thick, and 36" deep. I'm then moving it into the family room for a couple of months as I then rip apart the old office and do a complete custom renovation... new floors, new lights (all Hue/Homekit LED strip ambient), custom wall units, and on and on. Looking forward to the project to keep me busy over the winter now that the colder weather is here. I also found a very cool looking table that Jimmy DiResta built, called "steel bark". I want to make a custom walnut slab counter and sink in my bathroom that way... found a perfect walnut slab for it, just a matter of doing some cutting and welding. I really really like that look... and it's pretty fucking simple to pull off... just takes some time.
I had no idea who that was and had to google it. Now I feel much better...as horrible as I've treated my body, I don't look anywhere near that bad. Fun fact: I'm still the same height and weight I was at 16. I still have my baseball pants from American Legion ball and they still fit perfectly.
.... while two weeks post brain tumor operation. I was still working on re-learning gross motor skills like walking. I wouldn’t sufficiently re-learn handwriting for another month. But I sure as shit could spank my meat. Some stuff you don’t forget no matter what. Fuck if I managed to finish though, with all those pain meds coursing through my body it was like trying to sprint in a pool of molasses.
I pussed out on the psychedelics and just did a bunch of adderall. Smoked half a joint and had a rocking time.
Could he be more stupid? What exactly is he getting out of this? Not a TV contract, that’s for sure. What a horrid cry for attention.
15 minutes of fame. Plus one of his videos he did with post-Jackass Steve-O, where he jumped a skateboard into a pile of cacti.