Several times over the years I have briefly considered the repercussions of making a blog where I open late admit to using one of the world’s most notorious drugs. I figured because I’m 60 years old, I don’t really have to impress anyone anymore but that’s not always true.

I have many great ideas in my head and some of them, turned present themselves when I was high but if I wanted to get respected for some of those ideas, they would probably be better off in a separate blog. I tried once before to separate Jeff Goebel and Orange Jeff and the Orange Shirt blogs but it’s just too much effort to figure out which one I want to post to and if I post to two or three of them apparently that hurts me in the Google listings.

I learned a new drug fact tonight and I think it is somewhat significant in a better understanding of the horrid consequences of drug addiction with this particular drug. You may have seen imagery of addicts walking around all jerky and tweaky and having sores all over their faces or legs.

Previously I attributed this to people who ran out of the drug and got an itchy feeling that made them want to get more. I never really experienced it myself partially because I seem to be able to walk away from drugs without that craving or addiction. That statement is only ever true until it’s not of course.

The quality and price are quite different on the West Coast than in Toronto. It’s cheaper and it’s better and you want to keep doing it. At 6:00 p.m. today I lay down in bed in an attempt to make tonight a sleep night and recover from being awake a lot. 

I have noticed much stronger issues with dehydration here and although I can attribute some of it to not having a fridge next to my bed like I used to, it’s clear that the air is also different. I am up in the hills over 500 m above sea level and it’s just a dryer environment altogether. When you combine this with drinking less and getting a dry mouth and dry skin, it’s a more noticeable problem than I expected.

My dentures fit loosely because my gums have receded slightly and my usual cure for that was two pizzas at the end of the binge but it’s too far away and I seldom get access to the car here so in addition to drinking much less each day, I’m also eating much less each day and consequently doing more meth. 

So I’m lying in bed at 6:00 p.m. contemplating how long it will take for me to sit there before I can fall asleep and I realize I’m really itchy. My beard is just drive me crazy itchy. I toss and turn and scratch regularly and I realize underneath the beard there are probably sores forming.

The bad news is that I didn’t handle it well. At 8:00 p.m. I did more with the hope that the itching would go away and I could still fall asleep by 2:00 a.m. and then I did a little bit more and then I did a little bit more again and now I’m going to be awake with a stomach ache and an itchy beard.

At this point in time, nobody has come tomorrow me and asked any questions but I suspect some changes must be noticeable at this point. Eating things is difficult when your mouth is really dehydrated because you don’t have the saliva that’s usually there to aid with chewing. 

Unfortunately, I have gotten a lot of work done this week both for customers and my business and my side projects that I only do when I have the power of enhanced focus.

I have no answers as to how this will unfold over the next few days or weeks but for now, I’m enjoying the benefits of getting things done.

I think I might really stink the meth funk that stems from dehydration, replacing my body’s salts with this new chemical, and then working up bed sweats stroking to porn.

Tomorrow is shower day.

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