Would anyone else like to share?

I'm sobering. Whoohoo.

Ye, ye -I know what you're thinking.

What's different about this time is I just don't want to start again. The thought of a joint is just repulsive. I can't explain it, or maybe I can.

The Rockefeller party was a blast, a whole bunch of famous norwegian bands performed -I've been told. I can't remember any of it, except this one moment.

Me and a friend were on the roof, lamenting whoever was playing and someone walks over and asks if we like the party. I tell him the amateurs on stage are a disgrace and that Life Substitute is the greatest rock band ever and soon we'll be there playing -and when we do noone will be standing still or hushing or anything pathetic like that. They'll all be moving. 'Cause we're the fucking greatest band ever!

We chat and he walks away, my friend then says that the someone was a Someone.

I remember fighting with a friend over drugs.



I never wanna do them again. They've ruined my life, and I couldn't see the decay before I was standing in the ruins.

I figure it'll take at least a year before it's all out of my system. Well, some of it will never leave my system but that's just a bonus I guess.

So barring some sudden leap to action generating vast amounts of cash I'll go north and do nothing for a year. Write some scripts -I'm way behind schedule -about a decade behind.

Tonight I'm in the Oslo again. I walk the streets and I feel like doing drugs.

Yes. It's true.

Cities make me want to destroy myself.

They are...

well, I'm speechless.

Concrete jungle.

Not good. Bad. Inhumane. Noone should have to live like this I think.

Fuck the cities. Fuck everything. Burn it down.

I play buck 65s punk song. great shit.

be seeing you.

b