Sirwin
Sirwin
This is the before sugar. I had refined it even more into %100 pure with some other ingredients in my laundry room.

Day 10. Binge.


This sugar binge has lead me down a dark path. I awoke this morning flailing my arms yelling at things that weren't there, I kept hearing my name be called by Diane Feinstein, the 88 year old senator of California. I heard it in my kitchen, my den, in the attic and eventually my bathroom right next to my bedroom. Eventually the name calling subsided and I started to hear Diane have a conversation with the another person, in the tv room. It was Shaggy from Scooby Doo, and she was furious with Shaggy because he didn't sell the complex credit default swap that they both pooled money for and bought the week before. I had suddenly snapped out what was going on and realized that I was in a withdrawal from not having any sugar, it made total sense as to why I was hearing these voices. I got out of my bed with a gleeful jump and made my way into the kitchen, humming to the sound of the Leave it to Beaver theme song. I reached my kitchen counter and opened up the single cabinet on the island and poured out a line of pure sugar. I snorted all of it. I felt surreal. I kept going and kept going. It was all a blur. I felt like I was in a dream, all I remember is getting in my car and driving as fast as I could without stopping. When I awoke from this binge, I found my self in a church bathroom. Crazy day. 

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