the defiant ones

your glassy eyes betray you

I am running out of painkillers and the pain doesnt seem to be going away. Tried to do without em today , but when the pain comes on i just dont feel like doing anything, and everything becomes a cause for irritation.

Took my last pair, hopefully it will subside by tomorrow. I made an important pharmaceutical discovery earlier this week.
i forgot to bring my painkillers out one day so my friend gave me her left over dramadols which she was using for migraines. i figured the potency would be a lot smaller since they were prescribed for migraines and took 5 within an hour. the effect of five dramadol tablets is very similar to something else from the chemical generation. It took me almost ten hours to come down.

The weekend was a mostly dull affair. I decided to get sloshed on friday night. We bought a bottle of rum and big bottle of mixed berry juice. we knew we were in for trouble the moment we opened the mixed berry juice. The smell was absolutely putrid, apon inspection we found out the juice comprised of about ten fruit mixtures from such diverse specimen as apples, oranges, strawberries and bananas. nevertheless i tried to mix it with the rum and drink my fill. The chemical waste was bad enough in my cup near my nostrils, but in my mouth it mixed with traces of the sterilising mouth wash i had used earlier and became something else altogether. i think that was the first time, i felt like i had to retch from drinking without even being remotely inebriated.

The rest of the weekend spelt options vastly limited by the jangle of lose change in my pockets and nothing else. I rented a video from the esplanade library called the defiant ones. It was a movie shot in the late 50s about about two escaped convicts from a southern chain gang. One black and one white , who yes on top of being chained together also happened to despise each other. The movie was really good , but featured three scenes of sidney poitier singing, if you can call it that. It was some strange southern black style that sounded like a cross between a arthritic baboon having an orgasm and the blues. In fact the first scene of the movie involves sidney launching off into song, while the rest of the prisoners and the drivers on the prisoner transport truck hes on ask him to shut the hell up. The truck subsequently gets into an accident which enables the two to escape.