Early Morning Drinks

I wish I had a more creative title for today’s post, but unfortunately my brain is dead-tired. Once again, this morning I had a few beers, and I almost regretted it. I was really worried I might fail my PBT tonight. If I was tested an hour or so ago, I probably would have failed. I was pretty damn drunk this morning. So much so that I ended up calling a cab to take me like a mile. I barely remember this morning. I had trouble focusing on my book while I sipped my pre-work coffee. My boss and the kitchen manager snuck up on me and tapped my head while I sat in the coffeeshop. It scared the shit out of me, I thought it was somebody from the transition house. I don’t have much more to say tonight, I’m going to make myself a cup of chamomile, put on Interlochen Public Radio, and pass the fuck out.

Beer, Kratom, And Tattoos

If you’ve ever watched the Louis CK bit about day-drinking, well today has reminded me of that bit. He says something like, “You ever watch a movie and there’s a couple of business guys in an office closing a deal over a glass of whiskey? How are those guys, like five minutes later, not just like, ‘uhhh fuuuck, I can’t believe I drank whiskey at three o’clock in the afternoon”, or something like that. Well today I gave in once again and bought a couple of beers this morning. It felt great for like half an hour, but the rest of the day has been hell on Earth. I wanted to feel better, so instead of just toughing it out, I went to the head shop and bought some kratom. What a waste of money. Not only have I just learned the transition house will be testing for kratom soon, but I felt absolutely nothing. Luckily, I didn’t take very much so I don’t think it’ll be a problem. I tried to take a nap this afternoon, but that didn’t work out very well. I fell asleep for a few minutes watching YouTube. The day did improve a little, but ultimately I’m just ready to call it a night and try again in the morning. 

I went to Lutheran schools growing up and definitely consider it important to my upbringing. I believe there is something deeper that permeates life and transcends our material, mechanical existence. I also believe the Bible is the single most important text in Western culture, and I find Christianity to be comforting, even if there is a great deal of nonsense involved with it. I’ve read all of the major books of the Bible such as the Gospel of John, Proverbs, and Psalms. Last year I started reading the King James Version, just a chapter or two at a time, and so far I’m in Leviticus. Since I’m in such a fowl mood today, I thought it’d help to read a couple chapters. Now, I don’t have any tattoos, and I don’t judge anybody with tattoos, in fact, my half-sister is apprenticing to be a tattoo artist, and I think that’s badass. I always knew that die-hard Christians tended to either be totally against tattoos, or there’s always that one girl who’s into death metal and covered in tattoos and who also claims to be a Christian. I always knew, like a lot of things, there was some religious commentary on the notion of tattoos. I’ve heard more than a few times the line, “your body is a temple”, and such. But I had no idea there was a verse in the Bible that specifically addresses tattoos (or at least something similar). In Leviticus 19:28 it says, “Ye shall not make any cuttings in your flesh for the dead, nor print any marks upon you: I am the Lord.” I suppose I’ve sinned as I actually burned a triangle into my left wrist in high school. Now I wonder how common, if at all, it was to get tattoos in Israel many thousands of years ago. I’m not curious enough to actually look it up though. It’s time for bed.