Scribble Flakes

I keep tying to fight the rhythm of my pen but there it goes again. We've done it this time.

Peruvian flake and green smoke. Its a birthday celebration, why not? The beach town of Paracas was the last place I would think of finding such substances but so it goes. For 50 Nuevos Soles ($20usd), we have another first together.

Welcome to 23 my baby!

Lines off Big Sur by Jack Karouak and we aint reading. A smokey apple to smooth the mood. Lets play music... but not too loud. We don't want to be rude. Oh wait, everyone here is deaf to the constant noise. Whats a bit of music added to this eclectic mix? We'll just stay in tune with the coughing dunebuggy and shouting horns outside our room.

Briefly mutated.

The news is informing the masses that bus and cab drivers need not, better, cannot listen to music while driving. "Distracting and dangerous".
Bullshit. This culture will not stand for such nonsense.

I could almost swear the people outside are speaking English but if I listen hard... Oh wait, they are. 
Drugs are bad but so so fun. We are something. Its hard to believe that today we got off a bus at 5am in the noisy city of Pisco having arrived from the claimed white city of Arequipa, 13 hours south. Whippidy dee, we work fast. I need sleep.

Desperate.

Time for another Apple.