burning man

i got some incense today. i haven't burned incense since college. the smoke is giving me flashbacks.

i feel like i'm back at mustang village in that crappy little studio cell. burning incense and drinking sam adams porter and talking on irc and downloading warez and porn and listening to the crystal method and willie nelson and eating ramen+cheese and mail-ordering folding knives and otherwise just living the phat life of a loser college student.

oh man, were those ever the days. there was a time, not long ago, when i wanted to go back to those days. no longer. i'm past that. way past.

the parents asked, on a scale of 1 to 10, how serious i was.

i said minimum of 8, probably 9. pa heard 8 and not 9. pa's a character, he is.

i had to disable two smoke alarms tonight, not on account of the incense, but because my stew got a little carried away. i burned the onions and over-browned the beef. i must be out of practice, or distracted, or something.

fortunately, i suspect the char will be overpowered by the prunes.

i claim that my irresistable beef stew can turn vegetarians into meat eaters. it can raise the dead. it can give regularity to the irregular.

it's fackin good.

especially when i don't forget the habanero.

and even when i burn the onions.