self-lathing

Well, well, if it isn’t derek, my old marijuana vendor. You certainly have gained a lot of weight since we last spoke, haven’t you, Derek?

DEREK, THE OLD MARIJUANA VENDOR: Yes, it’s true, I’ve gained probably close to sixteen, seventeen pounds since we met last fall, at the gay-guy festival.

Q: What’s been going on? Have you been depressed?

D: Can’t lie to you, Winthrop, I’ve been sad, so I’ve been eating. Although it’s an interesting question — have I been depressed. Sure I have — that’s one of the main things that’s compelled me to smoke so much marijuana, which in part is what then compelled me to eat four, five lunches at a time. Another way to look at it is I’ve eaten several breakfasts, followed closely by a brunch or two, then a lunch, then a dinner. Being hungry isn’t something I’ve been up to very much lately. But have I been depressed while I’ve been eating? Probably, although another part of me — the part that likes to toss other dudes’ salads — just kidding — thinks that mebbe I have been depressed over-all, sure, but not when I’m performing the ‘destructive’ behaviour — eating, smoking, pouring hot wax into my bungie [editor’s note: this is with a hard g, as in ‘ghee‘] — that I’m not depressed during those times. Also vending pot means there’s always a lot around. And it also means I’ve got funds, which means I’ve got frozen food galore.

I’ll often taken leftover marijuana — the ‘shake’ — and rub in into my erection until I have these weird ‘weed-chafes’ all over my shaft.

Q: Damn, son! Well that’s all the time we have

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2 thoughts on “self-lathing

  1. Lordosis

    Look, I’m too timid to just “jump on” this blog, so this is me, ambling ever-so-cautiously to the water’s edge, dipping my fat, hairy toe in, and finally bending/straightening my knees and swinging my arms 1…2…3 go!-style.

    Guy on the radio this morning: Man, first alcohol, pot, PCP (PCP first!). Coke, meth, crank, ecstasy, acid, Quaaludes. I couldn’t get laid and I didn’t want to think about not getting laid, so I just tried to make my brain retarded—I almost succeeded in making my brain retarded—but now I’m clean, man, 256 days!

    [Later]

    GOTRTM: I never thought my fat ass would come in handy.

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