Post drunk

Lolita Twist

Rose-hustler
Isn't this the thread where we're supposed to post when we're drunk? Right? Right?

I'm not drunk. I am coming off Xanax and feel like I'm on speed and can't sleep worth a fuck. Thing is when you come off Xanax, you do all these things you needed to do before but never had the energy for. I cleaned my house, cut my hair, did my nails. I really went to hell with myself. I then sent submissions out to publishers with cover letters I had forgot I had written. When reading them back recently... they'll either be like, "This broad's for real!" Or, "No. Just no." Thing is I really don't remember writing the cover letters :(. I can't stay up much longer or I'll run out of cigarettes. I was looking downstairs for more Xanax but I forgot where I put it. I found an empty fifth of Crystal Palace but that's really not helping me any. I FEEL LIKE I'M ON SPEED.

EDIT: And also obviously quite bored off my ass.
 

esart

esart.com
Founding member
I'm waiting for mine to take hold. try doing some jumping jacks til you fall over. or write something brilliant 100 times. go ahead, i'll wait.
 
[...] we're supposed to post when we're drunk? [...]

Aaah! I always thought, this is about people who don't drink anymore! ('post-drunk' as in 'post-toxic' :-))

But anyway, get rid of that Xanax, baby. I sure don't tell you any news, that it's a benzo and that means EVIL.
But then, "do all these things you needed to do before but never had the energy for" doesn't sound that bad.
 
I thought this thread was about the artist formerly known as Symbol who is now called Prince again, but then, the heat confuses me probably.

Anyway, drugs are bad, mkay?
 
Post drunk is a new literary movement (like Post Modern) where unlike the writers of the past they are all sober people.
 

Lolita Twist

Rose-hustler
esart - couldn't write. The typer was moving too slow, and I was moving too fast.

Roni & Mark - b...bu...but... I like my drugs! :(

Anyway. Was sober today. Quite a drag. Drinking tomorrow. Cheap highballs are love.


Oh and slime, sober writers? What is the world coming to?
 
Drugs in general are okay, baby.
We need them to survive.

Only, it's a matter of WHICH drugs and I don't believe in benzos (plus I've seen too many people's withdrawal-symptoms from those).
Sure, a withdrawal from alcohol or smack isn't any fun either. But at least these are decent drugs.


... and still I haven't heared, whatever happened with the "former Mr. G."!
 

Lolita Twist

Rose-hustler
I'm still not sure what a benzo is, and I've been taking Xanax for about 5 years now. (I think it's the new Valium...) My withdrawal from amphetamine was worse than anything. Now, everything else seems like candy.

The former Mr. G... ah, read MJP's first thread about the forum update ;)
 
Benzo's are benzodiazepine...Basically it's just a different name for depressants like Xanax and Valium. I learned that in rehab.
 

Lolita Twist

Rose-hustler
Oh, a downer. Yes. I do downers... hydrocodone, though, is my very favorite downer. Though, I've developed quite a high tolerance for that, so I've been laying off, and taking the Xanax, or Valium, or Demerol... (Demerol is a very unique drug. It's talking to you, but you really don't hear or give a fuck what it's saying. On Dem, you're still in pain... but you don't care.) My friend Mick was contracting, so they gave her demerol (back in the DAY), and she gets a phone call,

"How are you feeling?"
"I'm in horrible pain but I'm fucking fabulous, how are you?"

The uppers, however, (Adderall, for me) I can be on for days. The detox, as I said above, is excruciating, though.
 
How I hate to love Hydrocodone...its the best warm fuzzy so far, but it makes my stomach sick as sour milk and Demorol is a milky white train to sleepy town.
 

number6horse

okyoutwopixiesoutyougo
Are you guys talking bout the same Demerol that was given to me in an I.V. when I had a friggin colonoscopy about seven years ago ?

That shit is powerful - be careful. I don't want to hear about any "Michael Jackson's last hours" - type scenarios.
 

esart

esart.com
Founding member
they gave me some of that when they pulled out all four of my wisdom teeth. i liked it so much i begged for a Rx, but the surgeon wouldn't give it to me because he could see how much i was loving it.

and by the way, benzos are ok when used correctly for what they are prescribed for.
 
Depressants can seriously damage the liver. If you take them on a regular base (for the daily fun of it, whatever that might be) and are crazy enough to drink alcohol along with it, you can end up in hospital within half a year.

When you take stuff like Paroxetin for what it's prescribed, at least the doctors here give you a warning to not take it longer than one year. That kind of makes my calculation about depressants and alcohol.

Be careful, please.

I know in your mind it sings "Party on, Babylon!" and you probably don't give a fuck 'cause I'm not your father, Virgin Mary or the Holy Ghost.

Um.

Whatever.

Telling addicts to stop is stupid; they don't listen. I didn't listen either.
 

esart

esart.com
Founding member
i have to take 1mg of ativan when i go to an art reception or else i can not cope with the crowd. i hold a drink in my hand but do not drink it unless it's water. i think my liver is okay.
 

Black Swan

Abord the Yorikke!
Oh, a downer. Yes. I do downers... hydrocodone, though, is my very favorite downer. Though, I've developed quite a high tolerance for that, so I've been laying off, and taking the Xanax, or Valium, or Demerol...

I was highly addicted to valium, and that was no party quitting. My memory had shut down for years, which was needed then. All of it came back with a lot of emotional shit , left to deal with. I had developed a very high tolerance to it.

Now, I need to take one before bed. I never want to go there, ever again...

Morphine with orange juice will turn you into a human fountain. I bet you can hit the ceiling, and it still is very pretty. :cool:
 
esart, I understand your phobia because I've had it for years. Heavy sweating, fear and the urge to escape from the situation as quick as possible.

I don't hate people, I just feel better when they're not around.

Wether the liver and other organs are damaged or not depends on the doses and on how many different medications you have to take together in order to get along. The danger increases when you're mixing cocktails to party; I'm a bit worried about the New York lady.

Lolita, a few months ago you posted you were all clean and now you're back on the shit. What has happened?
 

Lolita Twist

Rose-hustler
Mark - I was miserable sober. When I started up again, I feel as if I started to live my life again. My 8 months sober I was in stalemate, it felt like. Now I dance at random, speak my mind (even sober!), make people laugh, have found a wonderful person. I'm just very happy. My aunt's boyfriend has HepC, they told him he'd die unless he got off the sauce. So he said to them, "I'd rather have 2 good years than 5 shitty ones." And that's quite how I feel, considering my physical therapist thinks I'll be in a wheelchair with very little movement in about 15 years. I can do exercises and whatnot, but I'm a chronic pain case and it will just get worse and worse. If I wasn't on this shit, I'd be on some other shit, aye?

esart - I only worry about my liver when it starts to bulge out. Then I switch over to water for a few days. Then it's right as rain.

Though, I am concerned about my kidneys (that's probably the pills), I have such awful trouble just pissing.

Black Swan - what is it you mean about the sister and orange juice? That's sounds interesting. Morphine never did it for me... I came out of my surgery in the recovery room (not the bar) crying in pain, screaming for meds and the nurse told me to shut up, I was on a shitload of morphine. I said, "WELL IT'S NOT FUCKING WORKING." She sent me home with hydro, but not before she wheeled me out to the car and I blew smoke in her face. I'm kind of a cunt.
 

number6horse

okyoutwopixiesoutyougo
The only time I ever complained about pain meds was after dental surgery. They were SO STRONG, they made me hallucinate profusely when sleeping so I couldn't tell dream from reality... from a mushroom trip.... from whatever....though I wasn't doing mushrooms....

It was actually exhausting how F--ked up I was those first 48 hours. And my cat stayed right on my lap to nurse me out of it, too.
Ahh... I miss that cat. He was with me thick and thin and drunk and sober and hell or high water.
 

Lolita Twist

Rose-hustler
Don't you love animals like that, man? My old boxer was like that, exactly. And Gus is like that. The downfall of my boxer being like that was that I opened the door high as fuck one day and didn't shut it fast enough. He bulldozed past me and into the road, into a young girl driving a van speeding like crazy who didn't even stop :(.
 

1fsh2fsh

I think that I think too much
Founding member
yeah I've got one of those cats too. They just seem to know. The wisdom of the centuries.
 
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