Opiates at Bowery bar

I'm just strolling down memory lane today thinking about my times at Bowery bar. Tuesday was called Beige and I was a poor college student just trying to fit in. There were many a night where I would pop a vicodone and a beer (because I had the pills, and that was about all I could afford) and trip the lights fantastic.

I should have known the first time I did this that I was on route to alcoholism, but I didn't not and this was just the beginning. It was wonderful and magical and sad all at the same time. Calvin Klein was there, I new the door man. I had come of age. I really just wanted to fit in. I wanted to be excepted by the rich people. I was no better than a cheap hooker in diesel jeans.

I realize now that I would always go to this sad place after a while. I would ask why no one was hitting on me. It was a pretty lonely existence, but wasn't it fabulous?

Meat

I'm starting to feel like my life has become a little over processed. I don't want to feel california-ized, but I'm starting to trend to the organic path because the food industry is scaring the shit out of me.

Anywayz, I feel like I'm thirsting for a good meal. I'm a little tired of lean cuisine's

WRITE YOUR CONGRESSMAN!

So this is a short post to write your congressman. We all need to put the pressure on them now to get things done. If you feel strongly about health care and gay rights, we need to send them business style letters showing our support. If we all do this we will get so much more accomplished.

If you do not know who your congressman is here is the link to figure out who it is.

htt://www.house.gov/writerep/

This should be everyone's homework. If we don't do this, people like Michelle Bachman win.

Cat nip... or is it?

My cat has fleas. He has the best scratch er in the world called the "scratch lounge." So anyway I had to get rid of the old one because it was flea infested and bought a new one complete with free Cat nip.

So this gets me thinking about one time, before I was sober, I was a little drunk with my boyfriend and we wander upon this giant bag of green herb. So thinking its "green herb" We decide to roll it up and smoke it. This was no surprise to me because I used to have cracked out drug dealers over my place and they would consistently leave things at my apartment. We continued to smoke it for fifteen minutes when I had realized that we had been smoking my poor cats catnip the whole time.

Frankly I do not see what cats get out of it. Did this surprise me? Not really, you are speaking to someone who smoked tea bags and pine needles out of aluminum foil when I was in the boy scouts during junior leadership training. Yes that's right... junior leadership training, but that is a post for another day.

I can now definitely tell you that smoking cat nip did not make me cool. Smoking cat nip or pine needles did not make me any more popular to this day. Just a bigger dork for posting it on the Internet.

Sad Day for Gays...again

I have to say that I'm a little disheartened about the news that another gay marriage law has been repealed. This is just another reminder that I live in a bubble in Los Angeles. The only saving grace is that the "everything but marriage" law didn't get struck down in Washington State.

I remember when Ellen came out when I was a junior in high school and I thought that we were in a changing time. I realize now that the gay youth of today isn't motivated to change the world. We're complacent with our iphones and facebook accounts. What is it going to take for us to stand up and rally? I for one have been much more politically active as of late, but I think that I am going to step up my pressure on government. I am not just a bystander anymore.

So if anyone is reading this blog, step up... make yourself heard... I certainly will.

Driving to Patuxent

My name is Kevyn. (I'm really Kevin Jr. just to protect the innocence of my father) and I'm starting this blog to meander down my memory to stirrup some of the stupid things that I've done in my lifetime. I am a 3 year and change sober crystal meth addict and I've done some idiotic things with or without drugs.

When I was in High School I had a 1984 Chevrolet Chevette. It had been sold to me for a dollar by my grandparents and I had treated it as if it was worth a dollar. So it had been in accidents and not very properly taken care of. By the time I was 17 I was openly gay and in love with any boy that would cross my path. This time I had a boy crush on a boy in Patuxent, MD named Andy. Andy was a little younger and didn't have any transportation so if I wanted to see him I would have to drive down to Patuxent, which was 3 1/2 hours away from my hometown in Hatfield, PA.

As which most of my stupidity revolves around boys, it is important to mention that at this point I had a hole in my brake line in my car so whenever I would step on the brakes all of the brake fluid would squirt out. I constantly had to carry quarts of brake fluid to keep refilling my brake fluid so I would be able to somewhat stop.

Should I have gotten this fixed...? Yes. Was I too poor to get it fixed? Yes. So here is where most normal people would just find other ways to get places til they could save up money to get there car fixed. I on the other hand being a somewhat disillusioned addict decided that I would make this trip to Maryland without brakes to see a boy who I had no chance with. The best part of it is that I didn't just put myself in harms way, I decided to take two other friends with me in my car to drive with me.

As with most of my problems, I squeaked down to Patuxent unscathed. It was scary at time going down hills or having to make sudden stops around DC, but my refilling and squirting brakes made it to the southern tip and back.

I'm looking back now almost 15 years later and realizing that I would never ever EVER do that now. I ask myself "what was I thinking?" And here is my answer...

I was hormonal and young. I was in love with being in love. I had known 3 gay people by that point and I just wanted to be accepted. That journey to Patuxent is something that I have been doing for 15 years. It was exciting and it was new. I wouldn't drive to to Maryland without brakes for a man now, but I have to remember that there is always a small part of me that wants to.