I fucking hate absinthe. Terrible, terrible, high. If you drink too much. I had some the night before and rather enjoyed it. But it was just a quarter shot. The next night I drank a quarter and realized it wasn’t enough to hallucinate. You never try to hallucinate on absinthe.
As I just got off my meds, I really wanted to hallucinate. The next hour or so is blurry and suddenly I’m in my kitchen grabbing painkiller munchies and I realize it’s hard to stand. I complained to my parents who, with their backgrounds, deemed that I was just too high.
The cocaine started to hit when I sat back down and the blood clots were just fucking horrible. Post-nasal drip, too. I didn’t let the cocaine hit simply because I just wanted to sleep. And I just wanted to sleep because the painkillers were tiring. Maybe the gin, too.
I tried to sleep but just ended up staring at a wall. I tried reading but, still, just ended up staring at a wall. Eventually it got so bad my girlfriend said, “Baby, are you okay? You’ve just been staring at a wall!”
I promptly tried falling asleep but I’d just laugh at how funny my wife was. This would make spiky blood clots bleed. So therefore I’d rub my nose. And then I’d laugh. And more blood would come out.
I fucking hate this.
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