  M'kay. Sure, I spent too much today. But thats because me and bryan went to a great new spot. Something to annul my complaints about San Marcos Restaurant Row as being like Dennys with better liquor.
We went to Friars Folly. Yes, I know there should be an apostrophe. I told the waiter immediately. Yes, an editor at heart, I am. I want to strangle whoever started Starbucks and flailed there. I cant stand to see my language so carelessly applied. Its one thing to bunt foul a word in spoken conversation. But when its a businesses bloody name youll be the first to die when the apocalypse comes. Weird talking to Bryan about drugs. Meaning, my past has left me such a credible source for real answers about it all - I sometimes forget. He was saying how hed be interested in trying E. Maybe. Maybe just an exercise in conversation  I think that was about 99% of it; hed never stoop to narcotics. However I still might. Something about drugs makes me still wet myself when I think about certain things. Not the memories of pulling out my hair or anything, the talking to myself and unable to see anything after being up for more than 24 hours.
Its the memories of lying on a carpet naked, listening to soft music like Van Morrison, and professing my affinity for lush grass under a bare foot. And then going outside in the middle of the night and having a near orgasm feeling the earth between my toes. Hell, drugs ruined me. Im still trying to come back from all of that. The brain cells killed isnt the half of it; its the lifestyle and the limited expectations it yields that Im still trapped by. Learning to not have a future. 
