Drugs (II)

Drugs
(This Mortal Coil cover of The Talking Heads )

And all I see is little dots
Some are smeared and some are spots
Feels like a murder but that's alright
Somebody said there's too much light
Pull down the shade and it's alright
It'll be over in a minute or two.
I'm charged up...Don't put me down
Don't feel like talking...Don't mess around
I feel mean...I feel O.K.
I'm charged up...Electricity
The boys are making a big mess
This makes the girls all start to laugh
I don't know what they're talking about
The boys are worried, the girls are shocked
They pick the sound and let it drop
Nobody know what they're talking about
I'm charged up...I'm kinda wooden
I'm barely moving...I study motion
I study myself...I fooled myself
I'm charged up...It's pretty intense.
I'm charged up...Don't put me down
Don't feel like talking...Don't mess around
I feel mean...I feel O.K.
I'm charged up...Electricity.


Today is the first day in a week where I will not be taking copious amounts of Vicodin in order to just make it through the day.

Worry not, I don't have an incipient drug addiction. Just the worst kind of dental pain issues for over a week. First a broken tooth with killer cavity which was then replaced by a root canal last Wednesday.

Now, I've had root canals before, and NEVER has the recuperation been this freakin' horrific. The pain was sheer agony. I was popping Vicodin and prescription Naproxen (Aleve) every 2 - 3 hours just to survive. O.K. maybe a little melodramatic...but still, you get the point. By Friday evening, I was fully convinced that something had gone horribly wrong with my root canal. Like a "root" had been left in there or something.

Luckily, by Saturday afternoon, the pain was beginning to subside from an omnipresent stabbing to a dull roaring ache. That, I could handle. With some Vicodin.

My poor liver and kidneys. I can't imagine how much toxic gunk they were shoveling through from Wednesday night to Saturday night. Enough to make me a Hollywood D-list celeb, I'm sure.

So, here I am on Monday afternoon. Vicodin free. I have a couple of pills left over, just in case.


Image by Aeric Meredith-Goujon, taken October 2007

She will never forgive you, but she won't let you go

Yeeeeeeeaaaaaaahhhhhhh!

Don’t look back into the sun
Now you know that the time has come
And they said it would never come for you oh oh oh oh

Oh my friend you haven’t changed
You're looking rough and living strange
And I know you got a taste for it too oh oh oh

They'll never forgive you but they wont let you go, oh no
She'll never forgive you but she won't let you go, oh no

Don't look back into the sun
You've cast your pearls but now you're on the run
And all the lies you said, who did you save?

But when they played that song at the Death Disco
It started fast but it ends so slow
And all the time it just reminded me of you

They'll never forgive you but they wont let you go (LET ME GO!)
She'll never forgive you but she wont let you go, oh no.

Don't Look Back Into the Sun
The Libertines


Unlike some people I know, I do forgive and I do let go. And in spirit of such, I wish a Happy New Year for all those I know...and even those I don't.

Haven't recently been in the habit of making resolutions, at least not those that are written down like a checklist, but I do have a rough tag cloud in my head of things I want to work on this year.

I spend too much time on the internet. "tag cloud" yikes em.

Anyway, I hope the year to come brings sparkles, sunshine and cozy comfort to everyone.

Image by Melvin Moten Jr. taken March 2006