Wednesday, September 22, 2021

'The joint is jumping all around me and my mood is really not in style,,,'

                                the garbage that goes with purchasing weed...not acceptable

after 52 days of cannabis consumption on a daily basis it was only after I had                                            quit for 21 days that I had my first dream...and it was pretty tiny...after 4 weeks                                         much of my cognitive ability had returned...but not all...perhaps the speech and                                        memory faculties have been permanently damage...fatigue amplifies the problems                                    having read  a lot about "neural plasticity" I knew that the reading and guitar was                                     helping to realign my cognition...perhaps my senescence has been accelerated by                                      the consumption of weed...but 9 grams in 52 days hardly seems excessive....Snoop                                 and Willy don't act like retards... one of the things that...where was I?...oh yeah...back                             in the 70"s I was a pothead...now I have "cannabis use disorder"...disorder being the                                operative word here....also I remembered also that once you have a habit of taking                                    something into your system you are very at risk for being poisoned by your enemies                                anyhow I somewhat cured me as the pain was far worse than the pleasure....

found a DVD in the junk store of Rory Gallagher at Montreaux  from 1974 to 1995                                    this has has to be one of the best guitar players in the business...he died from complications                       of a liver transplant....too damned bad!  one of my favorite songs is one he wrote called 

"A MILLION MILES AWAY"                        

 The joint is jumping all around me and my mood is really not in style

Right now the blues want to surround me but I'll break out after a while

Well, I'm a million miles away, I'm a million miles away
I'm sailing like a driftwood on a windy bay

Why ask how I feel, well, how does it look to you?
I feel hook line and sinker, I lost my captain and my crew
I'm standing on the landing and there's no one there but me
That's where you'll find me, looking out on the deep blue see

There's a song on the lips of everybody, there's a smile all around the room
There's conversation overflowing, so why must I sit here in the gloom?

This hotel bar lost all it's people, the piano man has caught the last bus home
The old bartender is asleep in the corner, so why must I still be here, I don't know

Well, I'm a million miles away, I'm a million miles away
I'm sailing like a driftwood on a windy bay