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latest archive about email links yearbook japan photoblog wish list	Mon May 08 00 / 1:05 AM The very next day. Here are some more firsts. How many more of those do I have left? Yesterday was dedicated to going out to Barrymore's. Nothing new there. Renuka cancelled in absentia. Again nothing new. This all means I ended up at Sam's by myself in his basement, drinking his liquor, talking with his mom, and flirting just enough to be silly. The newness came in the little white staffs (the source of Ashley's power and downfall), the weed. I had never done it with Sam before. It was more relaxed than with Ashley, who monopolizes the drug and is desperately addicted to the high. The fun was easier and quicker because that's all that we wanted. A common lack of experience smoothed and speeded the waters. The very mild smoke and clean paper drifted peacefully in my lungs and almost seemed ineffectual. Sunday night TV took straight away care of that. Three of my favourite shows came on in succession: The Simpsons, Malcolm In The Middle, and X-Files. They have all been around long enough (or started out weird enough) that their characters have become seriously slaphappy and odd. Last night's fare was a showcase. I could do nothing, wanted to do nothing, but laugh outrageously and ask what's wrong with this episode?! I was fucked up, on a numbered cloud, loving life. I do love the drug. It makes me into who I want to be: young, fun, dangerous
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