My sEcrEt twEakEr pAd,

this is a blog for those of you who sometimes question your sanity, and may no longer believe in this reality. If your anything like me you may abuse drugs, embrace insomnia, treat sex like a religion, mutilate your body, and eat only when your stomachs feeling up to it. InsaNIty both fascinates and scares me.
Every word out of my mouth is a metaphor that mostly only I understand.

The godfather of the bums

Im sitting at the shelter with my luggage bag, everything I own in a bag. the spirits around me are low, what do you expect really? people sleeping on the tables, people obviously going through hard withdrawals, shaking, shivering, sweating, some people argue relentlessly, others just stare at the floor. suddenly a man comes in the front door wearing a suit and sporting a silver cross. he then proceeds to walk up to every single person in there if they smoke, if they say yes he gives them 3 cigarettes. he reaches me and gives me 3, I say thank you so much.
A little goes a long way in here, but some are nicer than others.
that night, I was in bed, I wanted to drink…I had a half quart of jack daniels in my hand, the smell made me want to vomit. I decided against it, I gave it away to the guy in the bed next to mine, he was grateful. I then decided to walk to the store to get some beef jerky, my acceptable addiction. on the way, I met a man in his 50’s who said he liked my sweater, I asked if he had any buds I could buy, I haven’t smoked in a whilleee. he said no but he had a joint he would share with me. grateful as fuck, I walk with him to the park and smoke it with him. we chat and smoke cigarettes for a few hours and then I realize how late it is. we say our goodbyes and I head back to the shelter. Im feeling great, happy, content, high as a motherfucker. when I get into the shelter I look at all the poor souls sitting around the lobby looking and feeling like death. so I walk up to each and every one of them and ask if they smoke, if they said yes I gave them a smoke. I mean im not rich or anything but I can surely afford to give away 1 smoke each right.
I go back to my room and eat my beef jerky, feeling, content with myself for once.

shit just got really real man,

so the other night I stole a bottle of wine and I drank it. my dad caught me and was pissed.
I was disgusted with myself, so I went to the kitchen and looked for a good sharp knife, I tried slicing my left arm with about 5 different knives in the drawer, none of them were sharp enough and only cut shallow. but then I found this 5 inch steak knife and it worked perfectly, it tore into my flesh like nothing, leaving a gaping trench of white flesh that soon cascaded with blood. it felt so good. then my stepmom came in the room horrified and took the knife off me. my dad took me to the hospital where they stapled the wound shut and covered it with gauze and tape.
I was at the hospital all night. in the morning he drops me off at my addictions councillor, opens the trunk and I see my bag is packed up. he says I cant come home with him. fuck.
so now im homeless, in a big city I know nothing about or where anything is. with no money, a dead cellphone, 1 pack of smokes, a huge and broken heavy as fuck luggage bag, and an arm that looks like I got attacked by a shark. I don’t know anyone here except my dad, and he’s abandoned me. I came to ontario to get ‘help’ and better myself, this is what I get for ever believing and trusting my dad. how the fuck am I going to get better now?
I would never do this to a family member, not in a million years, I guess his definition of family love is different then mine. wish me luck, I fucking need it right now.

sleep paralysis

I awaken but I can’t move my body.
Fuck. I havent experienced this for years man.
My eyes are wide open. Looking around my bedroom. I see a dark figure slowly walking down the stairs, speaking slowly in reverse talk. Fuck, not again.
I scream with all my strength,
‘Please someone wake me the fuck up!!!’
But I’m alone in the house, everyone’s at school or work. The shadow figure reaches a few feet from my bed when I finally regain movement. I sit up and slap my face.
No, not again.
The devil is inside and I fear for sleep tonight.

'Im so fucked up I can barely see!'

the sun is rising, Im walking on the snow covered road heading home with my brother and sister. not sure where Im heading from.
the blackout has just ended, i’m still spinning and wobbly legged, my left leg has a major limp, there is a black bruise the size of a basketball on my upper thigh, feels like a fucking knife man. my jaw kills and my mouth is all chewed up. all I can taste is blood and cigarette.
my sister informs me that I was railing hydromorphone and meth last night, not to mention all the liquor. it feels like there must have been something else tho.
were almost home. my brother takes off running into the field next to us, my sister takes off running up the road to our house. its freezing, I want to run too but my leg wont let me. Im alone.
I make it to the house, thank god, i’m so hungry. I remember the 3 frozen pizzas we bought yesterday in the freezer. I open the freezer door, gone, all three gone. theres nothing else to eat. I ask what the fuck happened to the pizzas last night? my brother says last night I thought it would be fun to throw them at cars on the overpass. FUCK!
Me and my brother decide to check the blackout book, his idea, a piece of whiteboard we have on the wall to write down things we need to do or thoughts we have when we’re blacked out. I look down the list, I have a math exam tomorrow and all the things I need to study for are there, fuck, I haven’t been to a class in weeks, i’m failed for sure. the last thing I wrote, ‘Im so fucked up I can barely see!’ written down barely legible, I have a good laugh at the thought.
I make my way over to the living room to smoke a left over oxycontin 80, It will make the pain disappear, falling onto the floor, knocking over dishes, cups and bongs on the way. I can barely fucking walk and the room is spinning like a fucking acid trip, chasing the dragon will straighten me out, get me that foil. My mom opens her door and comes out glaring at me. fuck. she says ‘Im going away for a while until you straighten the fuck up’. I yell back at her ‘fine fucking go! why don’t I just kill myself right fucking now and safe you the trouble?!’
she leaves the house. I look around, suddenly my brother is gone, my sister is gone, my mom is gone. I am again alone.
the house is a fucking mess and theres no food.
But I still have an oxy tho,
Just me and my oxy, all I fucking need.

where is my mind?

just another day, another ordinary day.
I may perhaps die tomorrow in a fatal car crash (I never wear my seatbelt for a reason)
Or I could bang with a used needle and get aids, with when given some time will kill me
I smoke cigarettes every day, relentlessly, trying desperately to mutate and rot my lungs out, lung cancer would be life changing for sure! (I Hear they prescribe awesome opiate painkillers)
I need a free ticket out of here and out of my mind.
but you know i’m a very patient guy when it comes to the bigger things in life!
the bigger things, the inevitable, the oasis in my dreams.
so another ordinary day goes by
just another day.