Today is a special day here at druglife. With the help of Buzman I've been working on getting an image viewer working on my server. Low and behold the day is here and the viewer is finally functional!

I feel much better now.

Because of this newly perfected technology a few things are going to change around here. (1) There is going to be a new sexy bitch every time the site is updated. No more "daily" bull shit, at the end of each update there is a button on the bottom that says "sexy bitch" on it, if you click on it, you will get a different sexy bitch than from the last update. (2) Images are going to be much easier to come by. Clicking on links will not only bring you to a cool site, it might just bring you a pretty picture.

Wow, it's always a mystery around here. Click and you shall be surprised.

What was once rebellion is now clearly just a social sect, but are you just upset because your own social clique has left? Leave when you want because I know that someday I will too but I won't burn my bridges and be just another jaded fool.

Those are lyrics from an old Operation Ivy song that I find very true. I remember a few years ago when my friends and I could pick up a 20 bag and a few 40oz's of Old English and trash the city. That's done with now and I miss it.

When you get older no matter how much you don't want it, or try to deny it, responsibility is bestowed on you. For some reason or another you can't take the chance of getting arrested because you wanted to toss a picnic table around the city park. As you get older the consequences of your actions seem as though they become much harsher.

I shaved off my Mohawk when I started seeing really young kids with them. I saw this one 10 year old watering his moms flowers wearing a shirt that said "If it's not loud, it's not punk" It nearly made me loose it. A few days later I saw an even younger kid with one too. He was buying penny candy in a convenience store with his dad.

I'm sitting here looking back at the way things once were and wondering what ever happened. When did things change? Why did things change?

My social clique from years ago has sort of survived. There are a few close friends of mine that haven't changed much. I hang out with these friends every once in a while but it's really weird, it's like a look back into the past at the way I once was.

I don't like change and I don't like admitting that I have changed, but it's undeniable... I have. I don't dress like I used to; I hung up my jacket that was covered in patches, I grew out my hawk and am left with a fro that has no actual style to it. When I get my hair cut I just sit down and say "Make it shorter," I took the safety pins out of my ears and even took off my padlock chain. My womp-ass (HUGE chain used as a belt, held together with a shower curtain hook for easy removal.) which would make anyone have second thoughts about picking a fight with us can't even be found now.

The piece of me that hasn't changed is what keeps me going. Chains, pins, patches are all just for show. MY MIND is still the same.

Punk means thinking for your self... you aren't hardcore when you spike your hair if a jock still lives inside your head.

I still drink every weekend. I don't comb my hair. I don't wear name brand clothes and I really don't care. I still have the same angst that I had when I was younger, just some of it has gotten a little more complex. I still don't care. My mind still works the way it did, but it has been corrupted with some reasoning. Things that I would never have cared about now cause me to take an extra moment to think about what I'm about to do.

"Oh, wait a minute Kyle, you shouldn't pick a fight with that guy," Shut-up conscious I never needed you before what are you doing here now? I just want to hit that guy! "But that would be wrong Kyle, what would it solve? You don't need to do that..." AAahhh fuck off. *SMACK*... and then I spend the night in jail. "Heh Heh I told you so, maybe you'll listen to me next time you good for nothing crackass motherfucker." Hey, I thought you were on my side!

Growing up is a pain in the mind. My teenage years are gone, but mentally I'm stuck in them. I'm too stubborn to grow up. I'm not looking forward to spending the next 40 years of my life working some job that I don't like.

Their are hard choices that have to be made. Maybe I should move to Amsterdam or Christiania, two places where drugs are legal and life is slow and less troublesome. We are raised in a certain environment that we take in and call our own. We feel as if this is mine, this is where I should stay, this is where I've always been, this is where I belong.

That's all bullshit, there is nothing stopping you from packing up and moving to Australia so you can live near the ocean and never again have to shovel snow. Don't as WHY, ask WHY NOT.

This is getting long and I have drugs to smoke and drugs to eat.

It is ONLY for sites that are based on providing content. Their are more than enough topsites out there that allow porn/warez/bullshit sites on them that have no real content.

If you run a site that is based on posting the exact same pictures that are circling every other site on the net go sign-up with a few of the other topsites out there.

Druglife's Top 24 is reserved for "hard working" webmasters that provide content for their readers. Over time the Top 24 will provide quality traffic, sending readers that actually read to sites that have something worth reading.

I've already deleted one site that has signed up. Is a website that sells bongs and "make your own hash kits" a site based on providing some worthwhile reading?... I really don't think so.

Click here for a site run by a crazy American who survives on a spoonful of semen a day, honest.

And now for something completely different:

Does a site like hobotronic scare people who have hobophobia? Hobophobia (scared of bums) is a very serious disease in America today. Over 74% of the population is infected. To overcome your fears maybe you should go up to the next homeless person you see and give him a dollar, shake his hand, and ask him if the yobble of his bobble jobbled fobble. Hmmmm.

Drink, drug, whore, rape, fuck, fight, fall, their's so much to do on a Friday night. Their should be two Fridays per week, so it's easier to fit everything in.

In my world every evening is a Friday and every morning is a Saterday... a life filled with late nights, and late mornings.

druglife's 10 ways to treat Mr. Penis

1. You've gotta "introduce" yourself to Mr. Penis, i.e., "Hi! I'm Shirley! Nice to meet ya, big guy!". Don't dive on him like he's a raw piece of meat and you're a starving pitbull! Be gentle. Stroke him nice and easy. Make friends first.

2. When (Not "IF") giving oral sex, don't suck so hard that you make an industrial vacuum cleaner appear as a dust buster and suck the man's eyeballs out of his sockets. Mr. Penis is a sensitive "guy". Be gentle. Contrary to your practicing techniques in high school, the one who "Melts" the popsicle first is not the winner.

3. When sitting on top of a man, don't move too far forward or back. Up and down is fine. What you're gonna do if you do move too far forward and back is rip Mr. Penis right off Mr. Man's crotch. Mr. Penis is not made for that action. And, VERY Important. When going up and down, if you should go up a little too high and Mr. Penis pops out, remember you are not a basketball net, and Mr. Penis is not the ball... your aim is not that good, you're 100 + Lbs, and this little Newton thingy called gravity will seriously injure Mr. Penis.

4. Hand jobs - When stroking a Mr. Penis don't grab him like a bus rail and start jerking him like you were milking a cow. Don't treat Mr. Penis as a piece of gym equipment to strengthen the forearms. Remember friction is the problem...lubrication is the cure.

5. Proper care of Mr. Penis - like anyone you wanna keep around for a while you've gotta take good care of him just as you do your dildo or your car. Wash him off after and dry him - gently. Oil him frequently, and have him park in the garage as often as you can. Never bend, fold spindle or mutilate. You'll get years of use out of him that way.

6. If Mr. Penis appears uninterested, he's just being coy, refer back to step #1 again. If no response, then you sure gave him a good workout the first time. Good for you!

7. Never, ever play "crush the grapes" with Mr. Penis's two friends, Mr. Balls. Nothing can make Mr. Penis shrink faster. Not even ice or a nude Pic of Janet Reno and the Queen Mother playing chess at the Naturalist beach last July.

8. If you're a golfer, never use Mr. Penis as a tee.

9. If Mr. Penis can't "throw up" then his owner worked too hard on pleasing you. Be thankful. If Mr. Penis spits too soon, be proud that you had that effect on him... not everyone can get him to do that.

10. If you don't want Mr. Penis so deep, don't say, "Shit! Not that deep! What are you doing... drilling for oil?" Say, "Wow you're much bigger than I thought. Could you take it a little easier on me?" And never never say "Is it in?".

As you can see I've been very busy. Druglife is now viewable in any font size and browser, the only incompatability is the java menu's to the left which will soon be replaced by flash ones.

I've gotten word that the guy who runs the biggest porn site on the net is working on something for druglife, I bet it's going to be really skanky.

There are still a few more adjustments that have to be made to the new layout, but I think it's looking pretty good. If you have an opinion you can drop me a message and tell me what you think.

Everything that was on the page can now be found here.