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June 20, 2005

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+6, Rich, paid for 4, Rich threw in the other two for the mistaken overpay couple times back, what a sweetie, or sweetie enough plus bit of business safeside playin’

two habits:
- when smoking, especially at end of supply, it’s unreasonably important for me to see test what I’ve taken in by seeing what comes out in a small sample exhale. unreasonable because it’s much more important to me (not on purpose; i know it doesn’t make sense) what I sense physically, especially see (but also taste, feel [heat, weight, numb, movement, flavor/smell] in mouth, feel in throat and chest, lips, & hear, speed of the harvest), than how I feel…emotionally? physically?…well, the effects, how high, I guess, for lack of a better term. unreasonable because, especially at those time it matters most to me—at end when scrapin’—it’s a waste of valuable preciousness. unreasonable because detracts from experience, becomes preocuppation. etc. etc.
- 2nd, corollary habit. 2-part, i guess. first, generally but less interesting (not orig. point, but while I’m at it, some thoroughity)(because more practical, less freakish), is that to do that test, especially late, in dark, or broken contrasty light common inside late with one light and/or computer mon., i need to find just right background, direction, angle, etc. light can’t be in eyes, must be shining on exiting smoke but obliquely not directly or will drown/merge, not perp so much because that minimizes reflection along trajectory, but at 30-60 degrees on y axis and 30 to -30 on x (of course not that exact but ideally and cuz more interesting to think in those terms), and eyes through smoke as bisected by light must go through to dark background for contrast to smoke (e.g. my walls are a light beige, looking straight ahead smoke even in billow hard to see, camoflaged, blended, but floor is dark hard wood, old, perfect, so I work it that way). so those are basics, but here’s the quirk, the habit that made me think to record a habit in first place, then 2, then 3 or continuum: lately, and more in those extreme times (late, low, etc.) because crucial, and light weirder (maybe morningish, whatever) and also because by then my eyes are tired, glazed, dilated, fucked, I maximize, make-sure, etc. by exhaling slowly while nodding head up and down but and intervals, stop action, know what i mean? i blow a big up 5 degs continuing up 5, jerky, then down again, mabye once up and down or twice at most, wobblying also a little right and left to make sure i find the sweet spot of shedding light, to dial it in. it’s goofy. and doing it more. but helps to make sure get it in right light. sometimes is hard.

so after only couple hours sleep today, i went in and kicked ass at work. did well, had energy (helped by needing to be on, lots on plate, under pressure, fast paced env., etc., plus caffiene). stayed to finish site that’s to launch, or to be done today but at 9p, still a lot to go, so brought it home. of course now distracted, but going to get on it after this. really. going to try. need to. still no time for review. ugh. may take comp time tomorrow morn.

interestingly, only personal calls i got today were from my dealers. max at 739 returning my 5am call, then rich a couple times, checkin in. my social life. then on block after seeing rich, his little homie i see around corner, yaoh, he says, rich was looking for you. then later another guy, d, chased me down, i say i already copped, aw you already copped, that was going to be good, where, on lincoln, no on the parkway, ahao, his boy comes up, that was going to be good, i was going to go home with that, how much you get, 4?, no six, you never call my number, it’s under a stack of papers, etc etc. made it sound like my four was a lot, enough to fill quota for night. maybe so with that crowd, on the block workin’ the corner, for dime here and there for the ‘heads. diff. clientele than max’s.

here’s a funny link:
http://www.bettybowers.com/crackwhores.html

and this one definitely but because craigslist links expire (maybe not this best of but to be sure), I past the text as well. I appreciate it for many things, his reasonableness, but also his righteous anger and the bad picture it paints of my kind, my comrades. duly taken,:
http://www.craigslist.org/about/best/sfo/27499971.html

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Hey Crackhead
Reply to: anon-27499971@craigslist.org
Date: Sat Mar 27 15:36:01 2004

Yes, you. You sick fucker. On Wednesday morning I emerged from my girlfriend’s building by U.N. Plaza to find that you had sawed the tops off both the sparkplugs on my motorcycle. At the time, I had no idea why anyone would do that. Other than the sparkplugs, the bike was untouched. Some kind of bizarre vandalism? A fraternity prank gone awry? I had no idea. All I knew is that I looked like a huge douchebag riding the Muni to work in a padded motorcycle jacket and helmet.

Because the bike was immobilized I got a $35 street sweeping ticket that night. Thursday I had it towed to the shop ($45) where they replaced the sparkplugs and the boots ($50 including labor). They explained to me that “people” - I use the term loosely here - like you break off the tops of spark plugs and use the porcelain tubes to smoke crack. As an engineer and former MacGyver fan, in a way I think this is kind of cool. But then I remember that I just paid $100 for YOUR crackpipes, and I get angry again.

Crackhead, it was really good to have my bike back though. I rode home from the shop with a couple of spare sparkplugs and a smile on my face. I figured the next time I parked at my girlfriend’s place overnight I would have to buy some crackpipes and tape them to my bike as a peace offering. Overall, I wasn’t that upset. Despite having to ride the bus for three days and dropping a hundred bones at the shop, I had gained some fascinating knowledge, a new set of sparkplugs, and a pretty funny anecdote about how fucked up you are, and how our paths once crossed briefly in the night.

But you couldn’t just let sleeping dogs lie, could you Crackhead. You couldn’t just stay in on Friday, watch Letterman through the window of a home electronics store and then call it a night. You couldn’t rest on your laurels. Two porcelain sparkplug crackpipes just wasn’t enough for you, was it Crackhead? You just had to come back for more.

This morning, a scant fifteen hours after I rode it out of the shop, I found my motorcycle violated once again. This time you only took the right one - maybe you were having an off night. At least this time I had a spare sparkplug and the tools to fix it - or so I thought - having ordered a 73-piece toolset from SEARS.com last week. But no, the sparkplug socket in my new toolset was for American sparkplugs. So I had to go down to the neighborhood Ace hardware. They had an 18mm socket that would fit over my sparkplug, but it was for a 1/2” drive ratchet. My toolkit only has 1/4” and 3/8” ratchets. So I had to buy a 1/2” ratchet along with the socket. Even though the clerk took pity on me and gave me the senior citizen discount (I’m 25) it still cost me $22 all told. Now, you might say that I should have just gotten a 3/8”-to-1/2” drive adaptor instead of springing for the whole ratchet. And to that I say “Shut the hell up, Crackhead, I’m not finished. And besides, I was eventually going to buy a 1/2” ratchet anyway so it’s probably not worth it to take it back now.”

OK, now I’m rambling. But the point is, Crackhead, that you have done me wrong. Now, I get that you love crack. That is totally understandable. I’ve heard it is really fun, at first, and quite addictive. What I don’t understand is,

YOU ARE A CRACKHEAD. WHY DON’T YOU OWN A CRACKPIPE?

I am an engineer. Do you ever see me shaking down bums in the Loin for a calculator and sliderule? No, you don’t. Because engineering is the main thing I do, I went and bought myself a calculator. The main thing you do is crack. How do you get by without a crackpipe? The other crackheads must clown on you non-stop. I mean, the fucking saw you used to saw off my sparkplugs is probably worth five or ten bucks. Why not sell or trade it for a crackpipe? You really haven’t put much thought into this, have you?

Please, Crackhead, please don’t tell me you sold your crackpipe to buy crack. Even a stupid crackhead such as yourself couldn’t possibly be that stupid.

I’ve decided that taping crackpipes to my motorcycle would be tantamount to appeasement. You have crossed a line, Crackhead - specifically California Street. You have come onto my own street and you have desecrated that which I hold dear. You have stolen from me, and you have caused me to spend the last half hour writing this post instead of engineering shit, and it is concievable, if not likely, that my boss could find out about this and fire me. I am hella pissed at you dude.

Here are my options as I see them:

1. Write a note saying that I have coated both of my sparkplugs in rat poison and tape it to my bike at night. You can thank Tim for that one, it was his idea.

2. Don’t write a note, but just coat both sparkplugs in rat poison. This is probably closer to a punishment that would fit your despicable crime. I’m sure this is super illegal and shit, but it’s not like anyone is going to miss you, Crackhead. Don’t fool yourself.

3. Wait in an alley near my bike armed with my new stainless steel mirror-finish Ace Professional brand 1/2” drive socket wrench, my 18mm sparkplug socket, and my searing rage. It’s pretty heavy and well balanced. I am not a large man, but I am angry.

In conclusion, Crackhead, why don’t you just do both of us a favor and buy yourself a crackpipe? It will both enhance your crack smoking experience and save me a lot of time and felony assault charges. Think about it.

Sincerely,
Matt

*** If you are not the Crackhead that took my sparkplugs, please disregard this posting ***

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Now I’m not THIS pathetic: (always something somebody worse…)
http://www.wweek.com/story.php?story=6352

And this is worth a quick read for charming adolescents[sic][sick]:
http://mindnumb.blogspot.com/2003/11/get-off-crack-theres-this-girl-who-ive.html

and i’ll post this one without comment for various reasons:
http://www.assatashakur.org/forums/upload/showthread.php?t=4885

Posted by peligrito at June 20, 2005 11:00 PM

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