New year... again...

So...first time in some 5 years my self was not working this usually over-hyped and over rated night. I am, however, allowed to miss my work friends and all our new year eve adventures and stupidity of ordinary people. With no plans, yes no plans in mind I just got me some green and went on a random walk through the city. Absorbingly naturally aspirated. The city streets were full of numerous ants covered in hats, gloves and feather winter jackets. Decided to start geographically from north. Met up with an old friend at his place. A young grumpy teenage girl was there evidently upset for spending new year with her mom and her friends. Her mom and our mutual friends were a bunch of great people. This kid was stupid. Simple. Who in the world would give up an opportunity to spend some quality time with cool people she could learn from a lot. Damn the facebook generation and their false feeling of entitlement and know it all attitude... I talked to her, tried to brighten her mood but to no avail, for we do not speak the same language... Its funny how I always somehow enjoyed a fallacy of feeling the pulse of younger generations.... Damn it, I don't even feel my own pulse it seems, yet I am supposed to be alive. At least last time I checked... Smoked a peace pipe there and the mood of the night changed. I felt a slight nervousness entire evening and few smoke circles away it vanished in to the thin air, leaving with me without the memory of it... 

I left to catch a tram, but missed it after I realized I left my smokes and green at friends house. After roaming the city for an hour I met up with my other friend who was scoring some drugs for someone else. An old old friend was there as well. Interesting. A dealer 2 of us and some intoxicated douche were standing outside this bar. And two dogs. Dealer's and douche's. Seconds later dogs did what dogs do and they started fighting. Not long after dog owners did what dog owners do, started attacking the other dog. Only when the bigger dog got restrained by the douche and the dealer who was a little Greek man decided it was ok to kick somebody else's dog while the dog was restrained and helpless I decided to interfere. I grab the little pissed off Greek dealer and warned him to watch his priorities as his dog started running away. He did not like that one bit, but let him self loose from my grip and went after his dog. He came a few minutes later throwing verbal insults at me. Fuck you man, bla bla bla... What is it with little dealer Greek men that strangely resemble their own dogs in size and nervousness... His chihuahua was not hurt nearly as serious as its owners ego... long story short... 

Then came 2011 and we saw some fireworks. Not sure where we went afterwards, but we walked for the most part of the first 2011 hour ending up in some bar with orange red light where I stole some food and drank some boiled red wine. A group left to a club and I followed them, we lost my old friend at that time. He vanished. 

So I went back downtown by my self. Ended up in an old favorite spot of mine from a previous life... Met an old friend there blazed and somehow got my self in by talking to a chick bouncer or whatever she was... In the bar, met few more friends I have not seen in ages... Trippy... And then I saw her... my old highschool crush I have not seen in 8 years... She turned out to be a dismantlement of reputation... not important why. She said a few words like "We were always good you and I right? We were always friends yea?" The kind of words one says in trying to fix things from the past... I let her go easy, too aspirated for anything else in any case. Her husband was an annoying drunk. One of those amateurs who gather up all the bottled feelings of having no balls in real life and just spray you with false and pathetic courage after few drinks. I stopped hearing him after he said " oh oh oh what do we have here..." She gained weight and not only was she the one who pointed it out, but her cheeks were singing the same tune... She did not look happy, her eyes spoke of having settled for something not really in line with her childhood fantasy. I could have been just baked, but that was a sad sight for me. 

I left the bar with R. for a private house party few blocks away. The apartment was rich in classical furniture and high cellings. The people sitting in its leather sofas and chairs were mostly yuppies, utterly overdressed and overconfident people. I was suffocated by the host who was not a bad guy, but would not stop gloating about his personal story of perseverance and determination... I forgave him, for we were on two opposite ends of the drug world that night... That is until R. called me to their nursery... I also ate there and saw the hostess... And of course she was from my previous life also. Last time I saw her was when I gave her a hug years ago in an afterhour club washroom when she told me she was lost in life... Yea... now.. she was pregnant... I guess she must have find something, or something must have found. 

I went back to the bar when everybody left to the afterhours I swore never to frequent again. Back in the bar I danced and blazed... I realized I left my rolled green at the private party but I did not know how to get back to it.. so be it. The cigarette box managed to leave me after all. I started and ended the night alone. It was a perfect circle, a complete circumvention of old friends, places and habits.... Apparently they all die hard...

The same morning I fell to an illness long overdue and I woke up to the news of my best friend getting engaged... a shocker... Will definitely have more to say on that... when and if I get better... 

peace 2011, 2010 was a year of change lets see what will you bring... perhaps you will bring...me...