I'm so high right now its bliss. I'm sitting here with a friend, with my black light on, listening to sublime.

Sometimes when I'm high it's like I have no problems, it's like I'm in the perfect spot in the universe, it's like the world is actually running the way it should be. I know that in a few hours it will all be gone, but I'll be left with the memory.

Sometimes I really do wish that I lived in 1984. I think that having a purpose stare you right in the face would make life so much easier. If I didn't know about all of the stuff that I was missing I would be a much happier person. I wish there was I government-sanctioned drug that would allow us to forget about how shitty our lives actually were.

I would like to introduce you to a friend of mine, he's just as fucked up as I am right now, but he really does have something to say. He will get a real kick over 14000 people reading what he has to say before this page gets archived. He has been in several plays, is an active communist, full time drunk, and pure survivor. Listen to what he says, he has listened to the ways of the wise, prepare to be enlightened:

"and sometimes nothing at all. And sometimes too much more. Anonymous civilians standing by the freeway "highways" [my Canadian fucks] strike out in terror against the rabble of those who'know'; and all. Follow me…I lead down desolate forgotten roads, this is the birthplace your mother would never tell you about. YOUR ORIGINS ARE NOT SEVERED…YOU ARE NEVER FAR FROM THEM. And here begins the story of eternity. A #1 biblical passage, a first look into the 'forgotten' never never land, a ramblings of a buffoon. Now was never never and never was never now.

Where did we start? Were will thee end. Maybe the rats know or knew…there's no doubt about it. Stand.

"where were we left?' she asked with a polite smile and gesture.
'we could stand here for hours, or commit to a post. I have no pre- conceived necessaries about the entire situation.'
' you never do.'
'I don't expect to' he released 'and I know your blindness. And I know your troubles. But where do you stop?' and I became ill at the thought. Where else could I go?
'if and only and only if' she began. We stood alone in a far away land [much similar to the land which stands a few feet away from you]. Where could we go? I stood for a while examining her red, red dress. She slid herself upon the bed and I stared. 'what else?' and I began. 'tonight! I fell three times today while watching the stars. Three flew past me but I managed to grab one. I slid past the green, into the white I faltered. The mass exodus fell into the sea. They were followed by the friends of the rats and the ally's of the axis.

What are the obligations of the few? Are we to follow into darkness, as 'they' did, the swallow of one man? A utilitarian for the one? Instead, no one's man took hold and began.

"two years and no such luck. I've lead an army's procession down these streets three times before. When will a fitting soldier's welcome greet us? To be true, I must relay that today is lost. I know not top from bottom, nor bottom from sky. I have lost faith in all that you've shown me, so now I must stand. No sirens of the sea will distract me again until I am of clear and present vision. A requiem for a time not yet forgotten. Here begins the prophet of today.

All of that was written late last night when we got back from the bar, and our adventure. My friend who wrote all of that is also the guy who got his ass kicked by the cops, check it out.

I would like to give you some advice now, if you plan on going to the bar and getting completely fit shaced don't run up a tab. When the bar was closing and our retarded waitress brought us our bill it was for ninety two fucking dollars!

It's fucking crazy how over charged we got but there was nothing we could do, we were all too drunk to be able to think straight and sort it out.

Additionally I ran into a few old friends that I haven't seen in ages. One of these old friends and I were standing near a pool table just chatting, catching up on what each others been up to, when these to old woman came and tried to pick us up! These woman were absolutely twisted, they kept on touching our hair and winking at us and shit. Completely bizarre. The lady who was standing to my left started to ask me for advice about her 16 year old son, Christ, I'm only 20! I told the lady to leave him the fuck alone and let him do whatever he wants. She explained that she had no problems with him doing drugs, and she'd even smoke hash with him if he wanted.

Damn, I wish my mom smoked hash with me when I was 16, at that point in my life I was still stealing it from my dad.

The upcoming generation of youth are completely screwed. They are being exposed to shit they shouldn't have to deal with at such a young age. The pregnancy average for girls under the age of 16 has risen 60% in the last 4 years.

And now for something completely different:

The druglife guest book is getting pretty big and I've had some requests to setup a message board. I think a message board is a pretty good idea but I have way too many things that I'm already working on to have time to setup and deal with one right now.

This is an open offer to any of my readers: I am looking for someone to help run the technical side of druglife. Someone that can help setup, and help moderate a message board and several other script based applications. You don't necessarily have to know a whole hell of a lot, you just have to be a pretty quick learner and have a little spare time on your hands. Oh yea, it would help if you weren't straight-edge. If you're the person for the job, apply within.

Once again if you happen to have anything you would like to contribute to this page (rants, pics, stories, anything...etc) just send it in.

As you can see I've been very busy. I'm not to fond of having all the menu's on just the left side of the page, but I decided to finally accommodate all of the people that run a lower screen resolution than 1024 x 768. The only other layout adjustment I have to make is to get the page to auto size and float in the middle.

The guest book has been growing steadily and it has gotten it's first celebrity appearance. Check it out, one of the judges from last years Bud Bowl stopped by the site and made an entry. I would die to be a judge at that contest, I bet that guy saw more dope in that day than I have seen in my entire life. On the other hand theirs no way I'd last in it though, I would be grabbing and eating handfuls of the prize winning buds, chances are also good that I'd set the whole goddamn place on fire.

I'd like all of you pot heads out their to thank the almighty lord (AL) for this wonderful creation:

> Project420: A Marijuana Search Engine. <

Have you ever tried to find cool drug related sites? This is the place to go. Would you like you own yourname@project420.com? This is the place to go.

I was talking to a friend of mine today and he was telling me about how his mother just "adopted" one of those unfortunate skinny kids from some third world country. I thought it was pretty nice of her to do a thing like that but my friend has a completely different take on it. He has the idea that all the people in those third world countries should be killed.

Now before I go any further, I would like to STRONGLY STRESS that my friend, nor I am racist in the slightest way. We in fact are rather strong practicing anti-racists, bashing nazi's whenever we come across them. The following views have ABSOLUTLY NOTHING to do with skin color or ethnic origin etc...

Back to what I was saying. He is convinced that helping these poor people, educating them, is a bad thing. He feels that if you educate them they'll just realize what they are missing, and how miserable their lives actually are. He also says "they" should kill half of them and feed them to the other half to solve some of the hunger issues.

I can't say I really agree with him, I think the 60cents a day should go towards LSD, hell, when your on acid you don't get very hungry, and you're always happy. They might not have a
very good trip, but it's better than nothing.

On a serious note folks, if you have the spare cash why don't you adopt one of those poor kids, their tummies aren't fat cause they're overfed ya know! That's not nice, when I was younger my mother and I had a foster child and writing letters back and forth was fun. I think we should be able to help these people, world hunger is bad! We take what we have for granted and we should help others if we can. We should at least help them get high.

Now that that's over with let me once again stress that that wasn't meant to be racist in any way. I have several black friends and am strongly against racism and prejudice, just not sillyness.

Time to go smoke another blunt, jealous?

I don't know what's been wrong with me but for the last few days I've been overcome with tiredness and I can barley stay awake. I'm starting to wonder if it's some strange and unfortunate glandular ailment I picked up somewhere.

Every time I dip into consciousness I'm flooded with work that this page needs. I have so many projects underway that I have become overwhelmed. Just so you don't kill yourself with curiosity I've decided to give you a little inside information into what I've been up to.
Coming soon to druglife:

Belligerent Techie's Hardware Hard-On - A section that will be run by the Belligerent Techie which will include the ongoing war between Intel and Amd, game and hardware reviews, and much much more.

The Wonderful World of Drugs - A very compete section jam-packed with information on just about every drug out there. The section will included pictures, links and personal experiences.

Banner Exchange - I'm sick of cheap ass affiliate pay per click bull shit so I'm working on setting up a banner exchange. Would you like your sites banner (468x60) at the very top of druglife? All you're going to have to do is mail me the location of your banner, and put a button link to druglife on you main page, it's that simple!

TOP SECRET! - Lastly, the extra special extra top secret project that I'm keeping under wrap until its unveiling. The only info you're getting about this is that its planned release is Monday.

Those are the main things I'm working on, but there are several other small things like putting together a sexy bitch archive's section so you can drool at them for more than just one day.

Sorry for The Inconvenience...Temporarily Out of Order

Reader mail: From: Clive O'Brien Subject: dream

That was a pretty cracked out dream but check this out. The other night I had this dream. I was sitting in my big old truck. I don't know where the hell I was but I was by myself in a parking lot somewhere. My truck is all-full of weird junk. Not garbage just odd stuff.

Anyways amongst all this crap there are three baseball bats. I'm just sitting there when these six guys come up to my truck and surround it. One guy at the driver's door pulls the door open and starts trying to grab stuff out of my truck. I don't know these guys or were any of the crap in my truck came from but I get all pissed off that this fucking guy is trying to take shit. So I pick up one of the bats and bash him in the face. I don't swing the bat I just hit him with the end of it. Well at this point everything goes out of control and another guy pull open the passengers door. These first two guys grab the other two bats and start trying to bash me in the face with them. They can't quite seem to hit me and when I bash them it does do much to them but at least I hit them every time.

At this point I realize that a couple of the other guys there have pulled these skinny sliding doors that don't really exist on my truck open and are grabbing stuff out of there. So I jump out and just start bashing all of them and throwing stuff back into my tuck. This goes on for a while but they eventually go away.

How's that for fucked up?

I think that Chyna is absolutely disgusting. The picture to the left was sent in by a reader for the sexy bitch section but I don't think that she deservers such an honor.

From now on if you want to send in a sexy bitch make it someone that's actually sexy. That doesn't mean that it has to be a picture of a model or anything, just someone a little less manly than Arnold.

And now for something completely different:

I have been working on something extra special for the last few days and it should be revealed pretty soon. If you are one of the few people that know of the top secret plan just know that

you will die if you tell anyone about it. It may take a day, or 45 years, but believe you me that you will die.

To tickle your interest a little the secret plan involves drugs, sluts, and you getting fucked out of your tree, like that sound of that? Stay tuned!

And now for something completely boring:

The new drug poll is up so take a second and vote. The druglife message board is getting some entries so why not add yours? Once again theirs a sexy bitch craving your attention.

I just added the druglife guestbook and it can be accessed by clicking here, or over on the side menu.

Take a minute out of your busy schedule and add your own little something to it. Try to prove you a bigger druggie than I am, I'll send you my soul if you can do it! No matter how silly or complex, short or long, I want to hear what you have to say so lay it on me.

I also ditched the broken drug-poll but plan on adding another one very soon, ok?

LSD is by far one of the most fun drugs to do. When you are on it everything is completely twisted, and as long as you keep your cool and stay calm you will trip out and hallucinate for well over eight hours. When you are on acid time drags and minutes can seem like hours.

Last night I went to an out of town shroom party, smoked a bunch of

dope and dropped some microdots. With a head full of acid everything is entertaining.

A large part of the evening was spent reminiscing about old times and crazy shit that we used to do when we were underage and could get away with anything. One story that a friend of mine told stands out in my mind, while I was on acid I laughed about it for ages.

These two friends of mine jumped a fence into a construction site to beige box. Beige boxing is when you rip open those beige phone company boxes and fiddle around for a while and make calls through other peoples phone lines.

Once these two guys got the phone working they started calling anything and everything that costs money. One of the places they ended up calling was a sex line to have some fun with an unsuspecting phone sex operator. Other than the beginning of the conversation, the following is the exact dialoged of the conversation that took place:

Sex operator; "So where are we?"
Friend; "We're in a huge swamp, completely surrounded by alligators."
Sex operator; "Oooohhh, so you like it dangerous *giggles*."
Friend; "Yea, sort of."
Sex operator; "So what now?"
Friend; "I DROWN YOU AND FUCK THE GATORS!!!"
Sex operator; "............."

I can only imagine what was going through that poor woman's head at the time.

At about 4:30am just about everyone had passed out so we were faced with a decision; should we find a soft spot on the floor, or drive home. Hmmmm, let's drive home. I drove surprisingly well considering all the visuals I was having and we arrived safely at a friends house around 6:00am.

If you ever have the opportunity to try acid I strongly suggest you go for it. You'll enter a whole new reality and have the time of your life.

And now for something completely different:
I've had some people e-mail me asking what I think about druglife fan signs. As far as I'm concerned fan signs have been done. I have no desire to have you write druglife.net on your forehead and send it into the site, if you're into that type of thing go check out one of the 100,000,000 sites out there that already have that type of stuff.

How about doing something a little more my style, go grab some spray paint from you local hardware store and spray paint druglife.net on the back of your local police station. Now that's something I'd like to see! Hell, I think it would be cool even if it was just on some abandoned building or something. For that matter why not take a quick picture of any crime you committed and send that in with druglife.net written somewhere on it, I could even start a crimelife section.

Wait a minute, forget I said any of that, I have enough trouble with the police I really don't need
them showing up at my front door for something I didn't even do.

Who am I to tell you what not to do?