Subculture Hero

Hello. Yes, still here. No computer yet but soon, soon.
Well, the big news first: I haven't had a cigarette in 13 days. After 25 years of smoking, I've decided to kick it in the head. This is something I never thought I'd be able to do, quite frankly. I'm feeling MILES better, and I now notice how much smokers STINK. I'm using nicotine patches, of course the first one I got I put over my HEART before reading the instructions while wobbling gasping and falling over which read, of course: DO NOT APPLY TO HEART AREA. A true Johnny move, I think you'll agree.
I haven't had a drink in a Month. I nearly died (it's complicated, trust me, it was fucking scary)about a month ago from a seizure and I've finally wised up. The enzymes in my liver are a major part of the effectiveness of my epilepsy medication, and I just can't drink or I'll die. So there you go. It's not like I haven't had a good innings. It's really not so hard once you make up your mind... and what appears to be different from all the other times I've gone sober is that I'm making a big effort to still socialise and go to bars and stuff with my friends, and I'm finding I enjoy it, albeit on a different level.
Drugwise... I had a puff on a joint on the weekend. I think I'll always smoke pot, but I'm not gonna buy it anymore. I know I can't ever have Amphetamine again. I actually had some about 2 months ago, first in...hmmm...well let's be brutally honest here, I had some on Xmas day in Australia, so it was the first since then. And I didn't shoot it. But still, it was like an old friend walking in the door. I enjoyed it way too much, so yeah, never again. And after my BINGE on Herbal Highs when I got back to NZ, I've totally sworn off 'em. God knows what damage those things do. They're too powerful to be any good for you. So that leaves... maybe E. Which I haven't had for about 2 years. So if any comes my way and I feel right, I may indulge. But drugs as a lifestyle is a thing of the past.
I just returned to Chefing full-time. I'm working in a place called Vega in a town called Wanganui, in the lower North Island. My agency called me, after about 8 months of nothing, and offered me 3 months work here for a lot of money. I only had 3 days notice. So I've given up living at the beach, our lease runs out on the 19th Nov anyway. I'm sure gonna miss living with Claire though. Me&her went through some pretty fucked-up shit there for a while, but it made us closer in the ened I guess. I have so much respect for that lady. I shouldda known really, her little sis being such a fuckin great girl too. So anyway, here in Wanganui I'm staying at the Restaurant Owner's house while I work here. Well, it's not actually a house. It's a MANSION. Sauna, Home Gym, HUGE swimming pool, 40 inch plasma screen TV, the works. And the Au Pair, Martin, is a personal trainer. He's gonna do up a programme for me.
And Sick66? Well, we've been through the wringer a bit lately as well. Me and Adam had quite a falling out, but god bless him, being the New Yorker he is, he made me confront him with my problems, he confronted me with his, we got'em all out in the open and now we're the best of friends again and we understand each other a bit better. Bands. They're like family. So we're playing support to Sticky Filth(one of NZ's legendary punk bands, it's their 21st anniversary tour) at Bodega in Wellington this weekend. I'm gonna pack all my shit up out at Paekakariki the next day, and ride my Kawasaki up here on Monday.

So lots is happening.

I haven't found that girl yet... but I figure with me being sober and happy and fit and positive and all that good stuff... chances are a lot better that I'll meet someone someday. And I'm kinda ok with being alone these days. Not TOO comfortable, you understand, but I'm learning to live with this misfit personality of mine. :)