Scored 40mg of 'done last night, then shot and smoked yay with my pal SuperJew. Drank a bunch of whiskey and then went to the redneck bar up the street from SJ's house, where we talked in Scots accents and claimed to be from Glasgow. Kicked some 'neck ass at the 8-ball table, drank some beers and a shot of bourbon. Chatted with a fat chick at the bar who kept reminding us that "Wednesday, Thursday, and Sunday are karaoke night".....eventually she schooled SJ in pool. He's pretty good but she was too, and he was way fucked up and uncoordinated. Nearly ran off the road a couple of times when we went to score more coke after the bar closed and they kicked us out. Got back to SJ's, smoked some weed and some more crack, and discussed the philosophies of Epicureanism and Stoicism, with comments about Hedonism thrown in, too. Found half a bottle of Black Velvet and drank that to come off the yay. Read a Bukowski poem or two aloud, then got into a discussion of the historical Yeshua ben Yusef. Viewd from the lens of what is known as "Markian Primacy" (the fact that the Gospel of Mark is the oldest and only Gospel written by someone who knew Yeshua personally), there are no claims of virgin birth, resurrection, or statements by Yeshua that he is "the only begotten Son of God". Read it, Christ Boy, it's in there, or you can take my word for it. I just had the entire Gospel of Mark read aloud to me by a drunk Jew at 7AM today. I crashed on the couch in the living room and then woke up and smoked a couple of tokes of SJ's weed that he had foolishly left out on his desk, along with several used needles and spoons containing residue. Fun times.
