Woke up, 4 AM, pissed off. Still feeling weary of the champagne weed and 4 joints we had, still wondering how i'm gonna get that ounce back. Come down to use the computer, brother stops me, power rules this situation. Bruised and bloody toe on me, black eye, bruised face on brother. Did my shrooms and went out to the area I would never need to go, where I'm being chased after. Brought my gun, and left to meet with a friend, smoked a roach, still feeling bitter from the fight. Gave the green lighter I had once used before when I was smoking my bong in the dark.
We were done, stoned, and tempted to mug someone, walked down the street and figured he had to go as usual. I got a ride to my other friend, he had to go instantly. I left still affected by the shrooms and still tempted to mug anyone who looked as if they deserved it (wiggers). Walked half a mile to get home. Come home, get on computer, listen to some War, and post this. Am I alive?
