K is actually the one thing I've been arrested with. I had 3 liq's and 2 crackheads in my car, and I was sitting outside a dealers house (this guy had guns, but in my opinion more bad ass were his samurai swords which he used, on K, to scare the shit out of people [me]). The cops ran up on us. The crackheads were in a K-hole and I was dropping them off.

They had IV'd it, which, as far as K goes, is fucking ridic-donkulous. I like to just do a few lines and feel one with the cosmic heartbeat. The soul inside the robot.

At Phish Coventry in Vermont, years ago, my girlfriend at the time had done a bit too much K and told me the universe was dissolving and that it would never make sense again. I remember holding her hair while she was vomiting, until someone else let us lay in their tent and fed us flaming hot burritos. Is this romantic? for some reason, to me it is, I'm getting a warm fuzzy nostalgia thinking about it. I miss her.

There is some enlightenment to be had thru ketamine. I wish I had gotten addicted to K rather then OCs/h. Ah the dark side of NY. Stick to valium, gawker.

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(Am I playing this game right? Sigh, Friday.)

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