Snowbrush

My father quit school in the eighth grade rather than let a teacher whip him for fighting. The next day he left Route 4, Bogue Chitto, Missi...

I see wisdom in approaching life as I would a drug trip, that is to enjoy the good times despite their fleeting nature, and to survive the b...

I know that some of you weary of my drug experiences, but I would ask for your compassion as I travel the dark road of pain upon which guide...

So, I go to the doc, and I say, doc, I want a prescription for Fentanyl, and he says, okay, since your life won't ever contain anything ...

My atheist group had a picnic in the country today. I had said I was going, but changed my mind a few hours before it started because I’m al...

Continuing right along with my medical marijuana experimentation, I made some ganja butter by simmering leaves in butter overnight in a croc...

Killer and Candy (why, yes, I did give them aliases) are former Jehovah’s Witnesses (JW for short) who walked away from that cruel, isolati...

If you're in the mood for happy music, go to my last post, but if your inclination is toward darkness, stay here. When I started medical...

I found Lou Bega’s CD A little bit of Mambo at Goodwill last week and, not having heard of him, decided to risk $2.69. Peggy likes him more...

Russell—my habitually jobless brother-in-law—lived by the motto: “Dope will get you through times of no money better than money will get you...

As a child, I couldn’t imagine that anything existed apart from my presence, and this resulted in the happy thought that the entire universe...

I started out smoking my pot with a homemade pipe, but I hated that pipe, so I got a store bought one, but I hated it too. I then bought a b...

After praising the pain-killing and mood-elevating qualities of marijuana in my last post, I cut my Naproxen (an anti-inflammatory) by half ...

The trouble with choosing people older than yourself for friends is that they sometimes look at you with a wry smile, and you know they’re t...

This is a better than average shot of Peggy because she's not wearing her usual photo-face (not too badly, anyway). As for Brewsky, ther...

Getting my marijuana card and my first batch of legal pot (legal under Oregon law—it’s still a federal crime) took two weeks and a day. Utte...

As I lie awake in the wee hours, I think of death, not so much mine as Peggy’s. I don’t believe I could live without her. I don’t believe I ...

I am now living a life in which I am desperate for sleep. I don’t know why I’m in such pain, but since I felt similarly after my previous su...

For decades, I’ve written my way through depressive periods, but this last one was too deep. The more I despair of ever being free from crip...

Until I was ten, my family lived in the country, and I substituted TV characters for playmates. My favorite program was The Huckleberry Houn...