Stoned...
And, so, noticing the quality of stoned on the small quantity of Marijuana Sticks I bought...
First, the procession of aimless and unrelated imagery. Completely random, pictures assembling and animating themselves in my head for no reason that I can put a finger on.
It's entertaining, I can see why this is popular.
And secondly, the cavalcade of childhood memories that erupt in association with said images. Memories long forgotten, who knows, maybe they don't even exist, but they erupt in association with the images - which - I should note, have no relation whatsoever with them, these images, they never existed, but they seem by random channels of thought I have yet to decipher to percolate to the surface, a longing, haunting memory of childhood, the emotional quality preserved so fresh as if I were reliving it...
I'm going to have to try this a bit more. I'm curious.
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Stormy, Stormy
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday the weather is muddled. Thunder, lightening, light rain, downpours.
Sunday, Monday the library is closed, Monday the Gym is closed.
Tuesday, a nap in the park between showers, after an hour abandoning all efforts, heading back to the car for a better sleep in from the wind and showers, and who should I run into on the edge of Lakeshore Park but Stormy.
He's been let out by his sister. It's been a while, and my guilt about not visiting him has only aggravated my not visiting him. He's not bearing a grudge, and it soon becomes apparent why.
We're talking, he recognizes me from the restaurant. But he doesn't remember how long it's been we've known one another, and he's guessing 2 years. He doesn't remember my name, and is asking about the town where the restaurant is, and the other place, just up from us..."Ainsworth" I tell him, "...the hot springs..." and he takes a minute to think about it before smiling, that's right.
He's in his second infancy, the days pass and are unmemorable, just a sequence of impressions, memory has abandoned him.
It's good to see him, even like this, he's gotten a new set of false teeth, last week, he shows me, they pulled the last of his top teeth (tooth?) and replaced it with a nice line of dentures. He's happy enough, tells me where he's living and to come & visit him. He's too young to be this far gone, but, so it goes, and I can't take more of an interest in his health than he does himself. Eventually, visit done, load him into the car, his wheelchair into the back, and he's back to the home.
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Amissa - 2023
This year, it seemed, a little quieter than others, but, all in all still a good time. A few of the usual faces, light conversations, the son & his friends, chat, dance, party the night away until 7:00 AM...
Then, a brief sleep and the long days to recovery. There was a Lunar Beltane, Winlaw, for the next 3 days, but I need to work on my Stamina, one night and I'm bloody exhausted.
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S*
At Share, looking for a few things. Reading glasses (on my last pair), a few odds and sods. 10:00 AM, as soon as they open, and I run into S*, who a few years ago I worked with at the D&D. She was overweight then, lost a ton of weight on the crystal meth diet, was posting swimsuit modelling pictures of herself every day on Facebook.
And then she started rebutting accusations she lost the weight thanks to a diet of largely crystal meth, and then started posting daily how many days and weeks she'd been sober, and then about abusive boyfriends and landlords. In the end you snooze her.
So, here she is, rough as nails, homeless again, apparently shaved her head into a full Mohawk, she's starting to look like a late-stage meth-head.
She's zoodled, she's talking to me, can't make eye contact, going on a mile a minute, she's got to get out of Nelson, needs a place to camp, get it together, had it with this town, someplace off the grid, I must know? I would know, of course, but she's too busy talking to heed any recommendations, going off, trying to conceal the fact that she's still high as a kite through a superabundance of inane chatter and diatrebe and don't look at her, don't look at her, she's hiding in shame and righteousness
This girl needs to learn to Fentanyl and Chill. In any event, mid thirties, recovery unlikely, scraping by on disability for her ADHD, which I find ironic, how do you diagnose ADHD in a meth-head...
Anyways, mentioned her before, a few more mentions I'm sure and she'll be off to her forever home.
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