Out of Towner

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I was somewhat sleepy in the morning. Not terribly surprising, given the amount of Seroquel I'd taken last night. Had some coffee, got cleaned up, and cleaned up my place a bit more just in case we decided to fuck, and waited to hear from Sklar. He took a wrong turn getting to me, and ended up back on the 163 South. Not like I had any real plans for the day, so a few more minutes waiting certainly wouldn't do me any harm. The place he decided on was Alforon, out East a little ways. They were closed when we got there, but scheduled to open at noon. I have a surprising amount of memories for that area, from Julian's car rental job out there to driving around high as a kite looking for a trick's house.

Our lunch was certainly informative. He talked a lot about meth, I talked a lot about my former G addiction. I didn't end up being able to even touch my entree, as I got too full from half the appetizer I ordered, but took it home with me for later. He wanted to come home with me as well, but even though I picked up my place, my definition of "clean" is really not.

I thought, again, about buying booze, and about buying weed, but settled for coffee and Seroquel instead. It did get me loopy, but I don't think I'm going to continue with it. I think I'll probably just ended up buying both carts and edibles and mixing them if I can't find a safe, effective (and cost-effective) chem.

I started rebuilding my porn collection, watched some Lucifer, jerked off while I did, but didn't cum, and went to bed early when Lady Miss Friday told me to.