18.01.08

Will be away next week though no doubt more contactable as the cell phone will be on my person as the Public Prison Service has not banned me having one at home,


yet.


I have been asked to repeat the detox course at Pitman House as apparently walking 6 steps in the door and then 6 steps out the door does not in fact complete the 12 step program,

I know,

shocked the shite out of me too!

They also objected to me bringing in a bottle of single malt but had to allow it as I informed them it was my cultural imperative being a genetic blend of Scottish, English, German and Maori - I believe they actually began to rethink the feasibility of any real positive therapeutic outcome associated with treatment at this point.

Have to love playing the culture card, everyone's so PC and scared of making the slightest insult and losing their job over it. Apparently we can have employees steal, lie and commit fraud though being culturally unsafe appears in line with being a serial sex offender, hell even murderers are safer than those who allegedly commit a cultural faux pa.

But David lets settle down a bit and focus on the beers.

It's very hot in this office down in the dungeon of Mt Eden Prison, I have a fan that pushes warm air around the office though at times a breeze comes from the remand yards to stop me melting into the computer, and on a good day like this I can immerse myself in the cannabis aroma that attaches itself to the zephyr.

Beers.


Hmmmmm.


(Looking at the floor)

There used to be more on the floor in this office.

Someone appears to have vacuumed as the blue and yellow pills are missing, it's a pity as I used to be able to tell what day of the week it was by which pills were in which corner, they move you know, but not when you're watching, I can tell as they prefer to be close to other pills in their class, bit like the Old English Class System me thinks, I put a couple of anti depressants with an anti psychotic and next day the clozapine had moved over to the file cabinet and was now with a slowly dissolving olanzapine wafer, the risperidone was not with them though so it appears there are systems within systems, I don't think they think much about the therapeutic action of risperidone as it is left out on its own between the prozac and amitryp, chlorpromazine gets on with everyone I have discovered, being so old he has a paternalistic side to him and moves freely around as a bit of a shotgun mediator and problem solver, stelazine tends to be hard work for most though I have seen him relax in the company of cogentin, cipramil always gravitates to the sink, always wanting to wash himself even though the act is never complete and endangers himself by doing so, I have worked out that if I add another cipramil to be friends with the other there is a decrease in sink expeditions, it's not often I drop vials of intra muscular psycho tropic medication though when I have the next day the pills are in hiding, think it's something to do with how long IMI takes to finish a sentence, tends to bore the pills he does, though not as hated as spilt lactulose, they hate the bullshite he spouts.

Beers.

I do think I need to cease this and move on to better things,


We recently lost a living legend, an icon of and for New Zealand, not often we have a man of this caliber to remind us of what we can achieve and what we should continue to aim for in life,

I do not have any fermented Yaks milk at home though I will climb the fridge in the garage,

Grab some beers,

And Knock a few of the Bastards off,

In memory of Sir Edmund Hillary - beekeeper, family man, conquer of Mt Everest, a legend and a real Kiwi bloke.


I'm sure I will not be alone in this.






The Grey Madness, golem, his 6000 year old dog and the 6ft White Wabbit.