So last night I went out to the Cock and instead of stuffing my mouth with dicks, I stuffed it with cigarettes. STDs or lung cancer, which is worse? I had drank a forty before arriving there and whenever I am drunk, all I want is to smoke nonstop and luckily, that is allowed at the Cock. Sadly, I did not have any cigarettes, and it took me awhile to get ballsy enough to ask a stranger at a loud bar for a cigarette, but once I asked that first person and got over my inhibitions, it was all over, it was one person after the next all night long. Instead of asking for a cigarette, I asked to buy a cigarette from them and this is the best technique ever because the common rejection that they only have a few cigarettes left sort of loses its power and no one is actually going to sell you a cigarette. Someone might, but no one I met last night. Yeah, then there were beers consumed outside, and then drinking drinks left on the wall, so many random drinks all mixing together.

And I didn't feel it, the nausea, until I got home, but man, it was that drunkenness where you can't even fall asleep because you are so dizzy when you lie down and think you are going to hurl, so keep sitting up, then lying down and on and on. And really, today I sort of alternately felt like shit and then totally amazing. I have listened to lots of good music all day and really done nothing of note with myself and am now looking to do some sex work since oh yeah, my phone got turned off today and I have three dollars to my name. Fun!