Rolling...

I haven't heard someone say that in quite a while. It is a term I never really understood, supposedly it refers to the waves of sensation the drug MDMA gives you (thats E for all you street kids out there) is where the term comes from. I know the spazzy, pale, skinny kids who lived in their momma's basement I used to buy E from at parties though. I don't think any of them ever sat down long enough to really analyze the empirical data of their sensory experience.
" Oh man, this is like a beta wave of... fuck got a hair brush I can feel my teeth, I love my teeth, yo dude touch my teeth... yeah that's it...feel it."
In 1993 George Michael released a single that was a cover of "Papa was a Rolling Stone," it was 'fused' (heat source?) with the Seal song "Killer," I have not heard this. I may not even try to, some things are always better in your mind. For instance in my mind George Michael is wearing his "Choose Life," WHAM t-shirt 24-7, if he is cold he has on his leather motor-cycle jacket. Now I mean he is watering plants in that shirt, making eggs, on the can, painting, you name it. That is what George Michael wears and I will argue the point to the death with you.

The agony and the irony

I have been up dealing with druggies. One of my best friends is on the phone from Miami rolling and I have another one on my couch as I write thinking he will have a heart attack due to the consumption of cocaine and pills he injested this evening. I aspired to a quiet evening of cheap wine, The Smiths and writing. What went wrong? Oh, I think I know what went wrong, compassion.

Please allow me to excuse myself while I pretend to call 911.