ROAD TO RECOVERY has always been a long and arduous process. full of bitter bile, the upthrows of memory and the overflow of regret. last night the kokubunji krew swung by the house to hang out get wasted, and the usual healthy excesses of youth. sake flowed, beer foamed and inebbriation was the order for the night. one of the conversational exchanges i have on recall, involves the disgustion of george walker bush. universal revulsion here. reflected in physical agony this morning. i hate the smell of cigarettes when i'm hungover, sometimes, i just plum hate everything when i feel this way. terribles excesses of bad feeling. alcohol is the devil's brew, and i should stop kissing his ass.