I'm slightly intoxicated on champagne. I'm watching THRASHIN, that 1980s Josh Brolin classic, and talkin to my friend Spinach about life, love and the GAP. Life is currently good. Love is all around. The GAP... never goes out of style. (which can't be said about the styles in Thrashin', sadly)

Tomorrow I go in to sign my life away to a mortgage broker so I can buy a house. It's a lovely little house that I'm glad to have found, but man... words like "30 year mortgage" make you feel really grownup.

Oh snap.

When MDMA is taken by mouth, the effects manifest about 30-45 minutes later; snorting, smoking or injecting produces much quicker onset. The primary effects usually reach a plateau at T+1:00 (one hour after taking the dose) to T+1:30, stay there for some two hours, then start tapering gradually. The primary effects are pretty much over by T+4:00 to T+6:00. Secondary effects (afterglow) may be felt for days, and tertiary psychological effects (e.g. improved outlook) may last indefinitely.

So. Let's say for argument's sakes that I decided today to dose myself with a single MDMA tablet of almost completely pure origins so I could wander around South Philly carefree.

Let's also say that Ang and Ballhair decided to take me up on my advice about Ang going to Atlantic City to get tattooed (since Shane was out of town at the convention) and decided to take me with them.

Let's also say that the MDMA took the above mentioned 1.5 hours (approx) to kick in- which put us at the convention and heading towards the casino for the buffet.

Having been pretty much anti-drug for the last... oh... 29 years or so- it's been kind of interesting to do my experimentation as an adult who's pretty grounded (albeit sorta imploding) with an amazing (mostly straight edge) support structure to keep me out of trouble.

The MDMA that my friend gave me was REALLY clean, so.... you know.. some of the effects weren't as intense as most people get, but... babysteps.

Now I just have to get around to that DMT and we'll be as right as rain.

Stole myself away from the dotcom yesterday to go see Hoffman and get my left hand tattooed. As I type this- my normal Mavis Beacon speed has been reduced to a swollen hunt and peck- I forgot how much hand tattoos swell.

It's strange. I have work on my neck, work on my knuckles, my right hand and the sides of both hands... and Im still not used to the reaction I get from people. I think that maybe I get used to it- but I KNOW that when I have to shake hands/hand someone something/etc- I've been favouring my left hand so I dont have to extend the tattooed hand- some sorta defense system that my mind has set up to keep (failingly) people from asking me stupid questions? Perhaps.

In any case- time to fish or cut bait. No hiding things now- amazing sense of freedom once you get over the initial reaction.

Headed up to NYC again this weekend. Insomnia, narcotics and booze, combined with a kickass Mp3 playlist made the busride more fun than it should have been.

The L train to Bedford hooked me up with my sXe counterparts. Then we went to a movie premeire afterparty with an open bar. My militant sXe friends taking me to an open bar really tickles my corndog. I walked around a corned and straight into an OLD friend who I haven't seen in an age. Way too long. We had just been talking about him in the car and bam. Synchronicity, which had deserted me lately, was working in my favour again.

I felt like 1000 pounds had been lifted off of my shoulders when he and I sat down and picked up on a conversation that runs through our friendship- one that never really ends; just pauses until we meet back up and continue it.

I was still loopy from the "bus ride coctail" that was coursing through my system, but when Cere said "open bar" I just couldn't resist, so...... the process continued.

Highlights: Seeing a few old friends and having them meet my sXe protectors. A little pierced girl coming up and handing me a jack and diet without having ever met or talked to me- she just knew what I drink by reputation, which means my alcoholism is at a publicized point. Finally falling asleep after 48 hours of none.

Day two of the visit was work, sorta. I put on my "producer pants" and talked most of the morning with the director of the documentary I'm producing. He's a pretty talented kid with a lot of great ideas and I think he and his crew will be able to really have fun with this movie.

Afterwards I headed out with some friends to Alex Grey's Chapel of the Sacred Mirrors to attend the Art Fusion Experiment. The Chapel itself was amazing and overwhelming- seeing Alex's work in person, inches away is pretty mindblowing.

Again, Synchronicity was working in my favour and I ran into a friend who I haven't seen since 1997- and when I last saw him (though he was from texas then and LA now) it was in NYC, some 10 blocks from where we reaquainted ourselves for a spell, while Guy Aitchison, Paul Booth and Filip Leu all worked on a huge painting behind us and Alex Grey working in front of us.

Stole a few minutes to talk to Alex who proved to be very nice, with a kind face and soothing voice. I'm sure it's all the DMT, but fuck me man- its one of the few experiences where I've met someone I respect and not had my illusions shattered.

The friends and I left and went to some excessive "meat on skewers" place in queens and talked, ate more enough meat to cause a vegan to kill themselves and allowed martinis, meat and fluid conversation to provide me with a goddamnedgoodnight.

More happened, but I'll keep Sunday to me right now. Viva Synchronicity.