November 17th, 2007

Mind on the Brink

I am tired of being tired. I am tired of being old. It's just a little after 10pm and I feel like the sky is about to grow lighter in the east. I think people would understand drug abuse a lot better if they were mindful of the ways in which the capacity to push oneself to the limit decreases exponentially after one's early twenties. I shudder at the sight of those grandmother's at our local Wal-Mart who chew holes in their mouths while working the graveyard shift. But I have enormous sympathy for them. People get high to forget about the pressures of work. And they get high to cope with them too. If you can't fall asleep anyway, mind-numbing repetition becomes much easier to tolerate.