remember remember the 5th of September

or was it november?

ahh fuck

today i'm gonna start my first 'roid cycle. this should be fun. like i really need to be any more rampantly horny and moodswingy. i've wanted to do this years ago, but never felt i was committed to getting of my fat ass and training properly, and more importantly, sticking to it. i been steadily gaining about 1kg a month. putting on all the size i lost late last year (losing 10kgs in 3 weeks sucked arse). i want more. i think i can do it now. even my trainer said 'if you can get it at that price and it's good. fuck yeah!"

it arrived in the mail last week and i've playing with it all week. excited like.

i had a little trip to the needle exchange. squeezing through the old skool junkies to get to the front desk where i was served by a polite as hell woman. her face was a little weathered, you could tell she's had an interesting history, but she also had a charm and sense of humour most cleaned up drug users lack. it always breaks my heart a little when someone gets cleaned up and that spark disappears from their eyes. you're happy for them that they were able to sort their life out but they just seemed so much happier and livelier on the gear. though this lady was lovely, her long black hair swimming about as she grabbed items off the shelf for me

it was a nice little trip for me. remembering my own days of blasting speed and ice and whatever we could find to make things a little more interesting. most of that was done a good 10 years ago, but it's just like riding a bicycle, right? you never forget

"i'll get a box of them... and them... and-"

"i'll give you this. it's got everything. wipes and with the disposal bin."

"sweet! and i'll get... um..." now here's where i got confused. whacking up stuff in your veins is easy, but intramuscular injections, shit. i had no idea. "um... the 3ml or the 5ml... how big is the 3ml?" she turned around, her eyebrow raising and wise ass comments on the tip of the tongue. "well, it's as big as 3ml, i guess." the 3 workers behind the counter started laughing, thankfully, with me. the lady serving me nearly dropped a box in her own laughter.

"take these. and these. the clip ons, yeah, have a box of these. these ones are blunt, you see, yeah? so when you're drawing up and you don't pierce the bag and lose any of your gear."

"wow! fuck me, you've got your shit together, don't ya?" i smiled

"hell yeah! now you're going to return all those needles here, yes? good man!"

you don't often think of a trip to the needle exchange as being fun, but it is. well this time it was. and in Australia, it's all free! how awesome is that?



this is the easy listening soundtrack for this morning as i try shooting up into my own arse. fun