Some pot and Raisin Bran for the munchies. My poo sinks so hard lately!

It’s been a long time since I have actually been able to do this but let me lay out a vibe for you:

I work 2nd shift which ends at 10:30 pm and I used to live in a really rough neighborhood. The kind of place where people mind their own business as a matter of safety. The kind of place where landlords don’t do inspections so everyone has a grill on their patio even though it’s against the lease.

So I would go out every single night at 11:30-midnight, light up the charcoal grill, poor myself a cocktail and spend the next hour or two cooking for myself in the quiet empty dark.

So to actually answer the question:

• the food would change often but always grilled meats and vegetables. A hamburger and an ear of corn, skewered and marinated meats and vegetables with baked beans, everything you would think to pair with a steak, I even grilled cuts of fish on a salt brick a few times.

• the drink would be something seasonal. In the fall I would mix burnt sugar whiskey with hot apple cider. That was my favorite.

• what I listened to was always some audio horror fiction. I love music but there was just something about the fire, the moon, and the colony of feral cats that chilled with me for table scraps, that demanded I listen to ghost stories.

Most recently…

Sit down with a glass of unsweetened cold brew tea, ripping my Yocan Orbit after inserting a nice dab of a gassy live rosin, all while vibing to Akira The Don’s That Golden Sound album. Chill af.

some chocolate, and meditation music.

Some htfse dabs, a bottle of home-bubbled water with a shot of lemon, and my viagra boys playlist turned up to 11.

I’ve never heard anyone use the term “consumable item” outside of games.

Big ol’ fat hand cannon of a joint, listening to roots reggae.

I honestly enjoy a tall crisp glass of water with my relatively high end audio setup. I just pulled the trigger on some major upgrades (bigger subs, better amp, better dac). Typically listening to a broad variety (classical to norteño to thrash metal to anything sonically interesting).

Recently it’s been tracks that I know really well to evaluate the setup. Not a huge Billie eillish fan but she can push bass in Xanny or Bad guy. Same with Lorde on royals. Deacon blues and Peg. Some Bubbles because all audiophiles really want to listen to is ping pong balls being dropped in the room around you. I want to pinpoint that balls location within 3 inches.

From there I typically relax enough to listen to something I actually want to bump like Angelina Aguilar or Overmono. Maybe some deafhaven.

I do like a good ipa but have been sensitive to hangovers. If anything there’s a preference for a good ol left hand ciggie but that was more common when I lived in Seattle.

Methamphetamine and cocaine in order to get nice and focused. Diet coke to keep a clean palate and provide a refresher as needed, but when the focus dies down, more meth and coke until I feel like my head is going to literally explode. While this is going on, I’m listening to Babymetal, Electric Callboy and any other party metal that gets my juices really flowing. I am relaxing, but I might clean the house also, sometimes Jesus just calls me. Eventually, it feels like I’m going to actually physically die so I decide the up cycle is over and I need to come nice and down. I take two hits of molly (which will be just fabulous in 20 minutes or so) but in the meantime, I need to take the edge off immediately, so I shoot two (fat) shots of Woodford Reserve Bourbon (typically Distiller’s Select, but I’ll slum on the basic stuff any day). This is the part where Pink Floyd is queued up. Typically Dark Side of the Moon, but also A Momentary Lapse of Reason, because the tears of Roger Waters fans serve to sustain me in these moments. I might also queue up some Dream Academy just to drive my love of David Gilmour home. The Molly kicks in, and I’ll almost always decide it’s time for a fruit and cheese board, grapes and brie, mixed nuts, apple slices and a really dry Manchego. Two more shots of Woodford and we’re just starting to get comfortable. Heroin is hard(er) to come by - but if I have it, it’s time to shoot it up. 10mg in .5ml suspension will be more than enough to complement the Woodford. If not, Fentanyl it is: I spin the wheel of fortune on the Mexican Percocet. Holy shit, I’m really feeling the groove now. This is where my love of 80s pop ballads kicks in. Stalwart standards like Duran Duran, Thompson Twins and Howard Jones pastiched with glam favorites like Poison, Motley Crue and Ozzy Osborne (God rest his soul). At this point I’m beginning to lose my ability to do remain conscious, and a nice glass of Merlot is absolutely necessary. The night must end with Enigma - anything off of Cross of Changes will do. If I remember anything in the morning, then I didn’t do it right and I need to start over.

I’m weird, I sit down and unwind to a bunch of data management. :( I don’t really eat or drink recreationally, it’s just fuel for me at this point, and I really only listen to music to fill space when driving.

Bong in one hand, weed vape in the other, a can of Pepsi on the coffee table, and Suicidal Tendencies on my stereo. ST doesn’t make the most out of my two subwoofers but they compliment the Pepsi quite a lot.

Beer and a charcuterie board and listening to either John Denver or the Stuff You Should Know podcast.

I’d puff a few hits of the oil vape out on the porch and stick a fat prilla of swedish snus under my lip. By my side a cup of herbal chai tea or seltzer, maybe a nice beer or just still water. Throw on a record - I’ve got The Beatles, Bowie, Jimi Hendrix, pink Floyd, Radiohead, spoon, dr dog, the shins and a lot more!

OR turn on my ham radio for some scan and chill on the uhf/vhf repeaters where the other weirdos of my flavor chat about nerd stuff and life, trade gossip and just generally hang out at night.

A dark and stormy, a joint, and an Aesop Rock record on.

Hot bath, cold non-alcoholic beer, and my water resistant eReader.