after four days no methadone. All on top, everything seems great, It will be no big deal, just hang out, hang out with your friends. But, sick as a motherfucker. The plan was to be all macho and shit. cold cut slice a daily methadone thing whatever. Lay around, don't even drink. NOTHING CAN FUCK WITH ME!!!!!!!!!!! But, still, I was walking around Elysian Park with Sam feeling like I was tripping my brains out. I was literally coated with sweat wearing a sweater after watching Paraguay watching its ass getting handing to it on a platter shaking like a leaf. I went to the F Haus and Fucking John offered me a beer. Well, that wasn't the plan. I was going to wait for Tookie's birthday (This Thursday at Shatto Lanes 8 pm; call me if you can chip in for her birthday present DAD-GO-FAG-15)) Anyways, it was one of the best beers I've ever had in my life. Instantly, everything felt good. They don't call it a mood-altering substance for nothing. Before beer: "I wanna die I wanna die I wanna die I wanna Die. Why am I alive? Why am I here? I want to leave! I'm done!" After two sips of beer, involuntary pep talk to any one who would listen: "Listen: LIFE!!!!! It's fucking great!!!!!!!!! We are going to have so much fun!!!!!!!!" I am so fucking thrilled waiting to see how much fun life is going to be!!!!!!!! And, yeah, it's true, I feel religiously about LA. I will never leave! I love it here! I'm'nna go get a job! 20 dollars an hour minimum! I feel so good! Echo Park Cribbage Club: Tues, 7-10 pm, by the Lady of the Lake G Rated Prank Call Show: Wed. 3-6 pm killradio.org Tookie's birthday party: Thurs. 8 pm. Shato Lanes. K-town. I love y'all!