Readers.
My sincere apologies for not having updated last week. I was very high for most of it. I swear to you I'd forgotten it was Friday on Sunday! So I figured I keep you in your toes for one more week.
For those few souls out there who were actually concerned, I am "glad" to inform you that I am in fact back home. After being hauled to one of my parents' anointed church elders, to confess my sins and beg for the formidable forgiveness of my parents (for having spoke my mind,that is). I was finally welcomed back home.
I still don't want to be in this fucken place, but godammit!
The food is nifty as fuck!
Given I do the preparations,most of the time.
Honestly speaking now, the only reason I went back and "denounced satan" was purely based on the fact that I was hungover. I was shit-faced and I needed to sleep unhesitatingly. I would do and say anything just to get into bed and rest my aching liver!
The moment it had dissolved, the hangover. I found myself still trapped in Freddy Kruger's world.
Veritably, I wouldn't quite mind having a tango or two with Mr Kruger before he whisks me off to my fairyland.
I still have them, the nightmares. They haven't let up one bit.
Insomnia.
It's noticeable presence has latched itself onto me and has probably embedded itself into my DNA by now.
So.
I smoke.
I drink from the sweet bosom of Wawi (weed), become quite impressed with the concept of life until my body is forced to shutdown. I need Wawi, without Wawi I am crucified by insomnia.
What a damned procedure it is for me to to conclusively drift off to my own personal virtual reality.
Where I am surrounded by absolutely no humans, rather I am comforted by my canine friends; who's love is perpetually fixed.
Your Demented Friend,
Gran(^•^)Dad
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