Gotta be me, drug free.
I abstained from all drug use for 7 days in a row just to see if I could.
I got real mad a lot.
Anger management skills reached lowest levels since adolescence and/or cocaine withdrawal.
March began.
Another page was turned on my Star Trek (OS) calendar.
My disillusionment with humanity knew no bounds.
People alienated me and I made sweeping generalizations about it.
My reclaiming of my identity as dope fiend knew no bounds.
The wanton drug bender I enacted following my 7-day abstinence was a terrible success.
I found new ways to express myself.
I was driven to make a t-shirt reflecting my general belligerence.
More alienation occurred.
At least one person probably thought I was too something: aggressive, intoxicated, leather-clad.
I denied imaginary accusations of being too aggressive, intoxicated, and leather-clad.
I conceded to the idea that I may have imagined some accusations.
Snow.
