One of my all time dreams is to have a continuous drug adventure. The type where you' and a friend start talking about it over a joint, and 800 bucks later you're hungover somewhere in Idaho, naked, in some old ladies pool.
I can't wait for it. My own version of Fear and Loathing.
I know i'm fucked up when I spend 2 hours in the kitchen trying to make toast. And then realizing that there isnt any toast. Nor am I in a kitchen.