(XLIX) Obviously you can’t take anything I say here too seriously because I am high AF right now. Any tips sent will be used to help keep me this way!
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Number One with a bullet is “Santaria” by Sublime. They played that song so much when it first came out that I literally cannot stand it, even to this day.
“Wonderwall” by Oasis was a close second, for nearly the same reason.
I don’t listen to much radio anymore, but even still, there are candidates with today’s music. Like that “Empanadas on my Mind” song (coincidentally also by Sublime) or that gay Vanpire somg about “Run(ning) from the sun like Dracula”.
Not sure what classifies as “hard”
Mostly it’s just been marijuana, shrooms and LSD.
I tried prescription grade speed, but I can’t remember what it was called. It was used for people with narcolepsy. Tha stuff was amazing, especially after getting near pass-out drunk like I was. The stuff sobered me right up, so I kept drinking!
I have also had hospital administered morphine. I can see why people get hooked on that stuff!
Some of my earliest memories are of my mother.
I remember her watching me ride my bouncy horse for the first time. I remember hearing her call me home when I wandered too far away. I remember her always seeming to have the answers whenever I was sick, scared, or sad. When you’re little, your mom feels larger than life — like there is nothing she can’t do.
Then you get older, and you begin to realize your mom isn’t some perfect, all-knowing person after all. Maybe she doesn’t have every answer. Maybe she was figuring things out as she went.
And then one day, you become an adult yourself, and you finally understand the truth.
Your mom was terrified.
She was young, carrying the weight of an entire life in her hands, trying her best to protect and guide you without a roadmap. She sacrificed quietly. She scrimped and saved so you wouldn’t have to go without. She stayed awake at night worrying whether she was doing enough, whether she was enough. She loved you through every phase — even the ones where you thought you knew better and stormed off into the world, only to someday realize how much she had been carrying all along.
Looking back now, I realize my mother was always the source of my strength. She taught me not to back down from injustice. She taught me not to let other people define who I am. She showed me what resilience looks like.
Today, when I’m sick or hurting or overwhelmed, I’m blessed to have another incredible woman in my life who takes care of me with that same kind of love and strength — and I think that’s part of why I cherish her so deeply. She reminds me of the very first woman I ever loved.
I love you, Mom.
Happy Mother’s Day.
I completely disagree. There has been a war on cigarette smoking for decades.
Used to be you could smoke anywhere. Planes, movie theaters, the mall, even hospitals!
Now if you are smoking, standing over by the dumpsters trying to keep away from everyone, people still sneer at you and feel entitled to tell you about how “those things will kill you”.
People who don’t like alcohol don’t drink it.
People who don’t like cigarettes don’t smoke them.
People who don’t like weed advocate for a total ban for everyone. If you ask them why, they’ll tell you it smells bad and it made their uncles friends daughters boyfriends grandmas brother throw up one time..
Make it make sense
I used to be a volunteer and the night before my Level One Practicals (our final exam from firefighter training) I got to go on a two story abandoned structure, that was fully involved when we got there.
The first due engine pulled too close to the house. So close the driver was operating the pump controls in full gear and the heat actually bubbles the paint on the truck!
It was my first real fire. My first time running the port-a-tank for tanker operations, and my first time on a hose line in a non-training environment.
That house re-kindled five times over the next three days!
