I managed to
get thru payday last night but the fact of the matter is that it is still all
over me (the temptation to use drugs). To distract myself, when the money went
in at half nine, I went to the pub and had four pints of Carling. Then I had a late
midnight pizza, Meat Feast with extra jalepenos and pineapple. It was tasty. But
not as tasty as a naked babe with her stillettos still on!
The urge to
go Liverpool ‘loop’ shop and buy some new DVDs is quite tangible. Then I could
come home and try and score. Scoring might be quick, or it might take a few
hours, like going to Liverpool. It gives me a purpose and something to do
though, with pure titillation at the end of it. But the new porn stars I allow
to nestle into my psyche will cause havoc and destruction, when they come alive
and embodied within my psychosis. Once the fun is over with, they become a
problem. Plus, the Devil simply adores it when I use drugs. He celebrates my
downfall with glee. Then everything spirals out of control in the madness. The rats
appear from underneath the bed, perverse animations appear in my mind, and much
worse. There are too many cons to list. But it is ever so exciting and
addictive, I absolutely live for it, it’s so pleasurable.
Cocaine is
out of the question, as it’s too expensive. I wish I could afford a bunch of
it, but it’s money down the drain (or up the conk). A normal person just wouldn’t
shove money up his conk, would he? Lol. We’re only talking £30 for a fat bag of
whizz, which lasts the whole day and night. But it leaves me empty and
depressed without any thought pattern in my head. I can’t think of a single
word to say after that stuff. The coke leaves me with some residual energy, but
I always feel like drinking spirits once it’s over, and that’s another £25 down
the proverbial drain. Not to mention the money outlaid for the porno DVDs. £240
for a bag of coke, and it’s not even that phat. I could do with two of them
ideally.
So, what are
my options? Well, I’m exercising one right now, by typing this. This will kill
the best part of an hour. I can go to Pause, the local mental health drop-in,
where Lesley has promised me chocolates if I go in clean from drugs today. I’m
also watching a box set at home, called V from the eighties, about lizards
invading Earth to use humans for food. The show revolves around a handful of
resistance fighters. It takes me back to when I was a kid, watching it for the
first time before I was even a teenager. I made one of their spaceships out of
paper one time, and flew it around the lightbulb!
Then what. It’s just an hour here and an hour there, not enough to fill the full day. Pornography and drugs blitz the whole day and beyond, no messing. That’s why nothing can compare with it, and why I’m in a whole heap of trouble fighting this pervasive disease. There’s just nothing else to do, and no way to pass the time. It is good being clean, it’s a higher plain, and I have to keep reminding myself of where I end up in my so-called schizophrenia. The darkness is unreal, it takes me three days to snap out of it, for the voices to ease down, and another four or so to get completely back to normal. There is a case in point to be made that one never ever actually gets back to normal, once the insane doors of psychosis have been fully opened. That’s the danger, that I might get traumatised if I keep burning the candle at both ends. We don’t want that, do we…?