burnt_fingers

I'm a fairly functional addict. I've held a steady job the last few years. I'm not CEO material or anything but the position allows me enough leeway to work around my addiction. My boss is basically a burnt-out remnant from the hippie era. I doubt he knows anything, but if he does, he's fairly passive towards it.

I also gig with my band (a musician on dope? Well, I'll be) and pick up extra money there.

So I make enough money to support myself modestly and nurture a full-fledged addiction to smack. I actually budgeted for it, like it was the light bill or groceries. I know that I'll consume roughly X-dollars in dope for a month and I'll plan for that.

Yeah, I spent most of yesterday getting rid of anything that reminded me of dope. I threw out a pipes and a tons of baggies I had in my desk drawer. I considered licking them before throwing them out-- but that just seemed so pathetic that I got sort of irritated with myself for even thinking like that.

There's NA meetings at this church around the corner from my house but I'm fearful that they'll try to impress some Christian agenda on me when I go in. I'm not very, eh... spiritual, to say the least.

'98 Accord? Was that you?!

Admittedly, it adversely affects you sexually. That's not bullshit. It curves lust and sorta makes you passive towards getting ass. Getting a full-on, raging, hard-as-steel erection was... well... not impossible but pretty improbable.

I mean, I wasn't a monk for the past five years. I've had women. Whether or not I rocked their world is a completely different issue.

Is it ruined? No. I've jerked off three or four times since Wednesday. My dick feels like it's sixteen again. So... that's a plus... right?

About $300.