aww what a little shitkid i was. still am. my brother was a complete asshole to me growing up and for no reason, no reason at all. perhaps that is why i am such a dick all the time. nah. him and i get along like peas and gravy now. he stopped by yesterday with his boss who looked really bad kuz he’s off the sauce and has crazy handshakes ‘n all. i remember i had crazy handshakes when i went cold turkey from weed and booze. you can’t even talk to people without stuttering unintelligibly and your whole body trembling like mad and your voice takes on the same shaky rhythym.
i remember standing at my kristi’s talking to rena and my arms started shaking and i was like i gotta go back to my house now i can’t go with you guys for coffee i’d just sit there looking at nothing thinking nothing and i’d get up every three seconds to walk away just to come back and do it again.
man when i was on lithium i was a mute. witty banter, gone. that’s why i wasn’t writing for a bit on my blooog other than i saw a movie and i liked it i watched survivor i like paradise hotel etcetera. but now i don’t take those crazy horse tranquilizer sized pills and i got most of my personality back.
