I got into a little argument over the phone with my roomate.

First, a little background. I've been friends with the roomie for six or seven years, and roomates since January. About two weeks ago, while drunk, I told my roomate a lot of things I'd been holding back. I told him that he's doing as little as possible for as long as possible, living the lazy bastard lifestyle. I told him that having no car is no excuse for having no job, and that life is full of little catch-22s that are difficult to overcome. (needing a car to go work, needing work to get a car, in this case) Walk or steal a bike. I told him that I quit doing chores, since I now work between 55-70 hours a week and have no days off, at all. I also told him that I quit doing them to piss him off. "You need a fire lit under your ass, and if you can't do that I might as well try." He's been doing all the housewife stuff since and has given not one word of argument until today. No fire. I'd been told by a friend that I could have him a lot more bitched, and apparently I now do.

At the time, I made sure that he understood that my judgement was qualified by my own period of uselessness and lazy bastardism. I told him he'd get out of it eventually. I think I've made an introspective person out of a carefree one. This is good but sad.

So today, he called on the phone to complain about the bathroom. I'd puked in there about two weeks ago, and I had cleaned it up. Now he's claiming it smells like urine, and he's latched onto one time last week that a drop missed, and he saw the wet spot next to the toilet, which I also cleaned up. Now he thinks I just go in there a pee all over the place, I guess. Not so. However, the last person to puke has to clean the bathroom. Mutually agreed upon rules. So I said sure, I'll get some Pine-Sol and do it tonight.

(It's not like I sit around all day doing nothing while the my chore is waiting....ahem)

Anyhow, he wouldn't let go of it. He was mad, I guess. "It's been two weeks, blah blah blah, that's how people get sick, and have to go to the doctor, blah blah blah. I know you quit chores, but you gotta do this."

All this lecture after I agreed to do it. Tonight. I told him not to blame all of the world's ills on a late chore.

Do you want to know why he's really mad?

Weed is gone. Dried up. He confessed yesterday that he'd been calling years-old hookups in Wisconsin in a vain effort to have a dealer meet him halfway beteen Chicago and Milwaukee so he could get high.

I think that when the slow trickle of weed is finally and totally gone, he will get bored. He will have to DO something. He already is feeling the stress. He's becoming frustrated, as opposed to stoned whatever man. Lying on the couch under blankets day after day watching The Simpsons and South Park reruns isn't fun anymore when your brain is functioning.

I heard a rumor about Texas. I heard that a great big banner is hanging over a highway near the border that says, "If you think this is a drought, wait until November." Referring to marijuana. Have they figured something out? Are they busting that many shipments suddenly, after all this time? Could it be true? No more imported weed, strictly domestic?

That seems to be the case. People who take the risk to grow it in the US don't grow crappy weed. In the past month, all that's been around is the expensive $60 an eigth stuff, which is fresh enough that it must be domestic. Now even that is gone.

Nobody can get anything. Even here in the NW suburbs of Chicago, the police are busting people left and right, as if they suddenly got a magic 8-ball that outperforms any sniffer dogs.

Personally, I have mixed feelings. I've been buying and smoking too much in the past month and a half. I've fallen back into an old lazy pattern, and it makes me feel dumb. I feel insecure and anxious and antisocial when I smoke it, but I sleep like a baby and wake up fresh as Wrigley's. Without it I toss and turn and wake late, sore eyed and drowsy. Overall, I think the lack of weed will be good for me. Circumstance has finally intervened for both me and the roomie. He just has no idea how positive it will be once he gets past the hard part.
6:36 PM - Bottle Rocket Fire Alarm