a paragon of virtue and hope

this month of sobriety is going surprisingly well. sure it's a little boring at times but in the end, i feel much better all the time, i'm saving some dough, i got my singing voice back. of course this means that i had to take up cigarettes again but i'm ok with that.

i've been reading the Ween show reviews on the ween forum and it sounds like they've basically been kicking everyone's asses since day one in Ft. Lauderdale. they opened with fucking Nan at the Tabernacle in georgia on monday which i'm kinda pissed i missed. hey that rhymed. anyway it'll be a much different experience seeing the Ween at red rocks rather than a small club, but cool nonetheless.

one fun thing about going out to bars with your friends and you're the only one not drinking is: it is quite the scene to watch people go from sober to drunk. the smiles become wider, laughs become guffaws, the overall volume in voices increases (exponentially when doing shots), jokes become more crass, eyes turn glassy, pool skillz diminish. also when you're sober people don't become more attractive after an hour and a half. it's really quite an anomoly.

so we're left here to wonder why the stuffed toys do not come out to play under the quite blue rays of the moon, and the answer lies not in perfecting the underbelly of the sickening sky but by knowing that the stars will never align as you desire.