We are back in the mundane. Bill came down from his THC soda experience. He came out alright, we will see if there are any lingering effects. I recall my first experience with MDMA and that seemed to change my life. It was intense and powerful and over 40 years ago. I remember the situation precisely, though it may be rose colored eyeglasses with 20/20 hindsight.

It’s a day with gray clouds. Mike is supposed to come over tonight. I paid for his hybrid bed and it is scheduled to be delivered either today, tomorrow orr Friday. The latest word was tomorrow’s the day. Of course that is subject to change and in any event Mike will have to be there for the delivery since I will be at work. Mike will also have the cash to pay me back so that is nice.

I slept well again, yet kept waking up throughout the night, thinking it is time to get up and out of bed. This morning I was up about 10 minutes before the alarm and was out of the apartment about 15 minutes earlier than usual. Yancy was scheduled to be visiting the office as they do every two weeks. No one enjoys this, except for Yancy it seems.

Was Yancy one of those co-workers that Lex Luthor gave head to when he was working alongside me? He did like the brothers and Yancy is a brother. I suppose anything is possible though Jimmy Chile swears that Yancy is on meds which might explain a few things.

I received word that Kevin Wagner remembered me on the Classmates
Website for people trying to reconnect with people they had gone to school with. At one point I did want to reconnect with these classmates. Mainly from grammar school. I did reconnnect with my high school classmates and regretted that greatly.

I have searched for Kevin Wagner in the past since finding people on the internet was a thing. He never came up and my default setting for trying to find people that don’t turn up, is that the person is dead. I hoped that he wasn’t and that his Saddle Brook sweetheart, Ann, was not a widow. I somehow figured out that he moved to Florida and did occasional searches in Orlando for Kevin, but nothing ever came up and I held off doing an obituary search.

Will he find me? I don’t know. It’s been over 40 years since we last spoke. I disappointed him when I was outed. I was not sure on how he’d react so I opted not to tell him and eventually he found out. It was a bit like Ted Lasso when Colin came out and Issac was upset that Colin didn’t tell him. MY rationale was the same as Colin. I didn’t want to risk losing the friendship so I said nothing basically.

I am in a limbo of sorts at work. I am holding off on fulfilling requests and allowing Violeta to do some work, figure things out at her own level and pace.

Waking up in the middle of sleep thinking it was time to wake up, only to find I have 6 more hours, 4 more, 2 hours, 1 hour… it stinks

And now the THC drink story.

I came home last night after talking with Bill & Mike on the phone. It was a difficult day and things did not get better after that. Mike was hesitant to come over thinking Bill and I were at odds. Bill was in a mood because of my helping Mile, who also had keys to the apartment. That was an accident on Mike’s part, and Bill hadn a screw face about it.

I didn’t see the big deal since Mike had been staying in the apartment for over 2 weeks with come & go privileges. I think the reason what Bill was feeling the way he was was because he’s still playing catch up with his finances and had no money for a summer holiday for a few days. Of course he could not come right out and say such a thing. It needed to be extracted like a rotten tooth.

I ate a tuna sandwich as Bill stewed in front of the TV. I did what I could to make peace and things seemed to be headed in that direction. After eating I assumed my position on the throne before the computer and looked forward to Jeopardy.

Lately Bill has been drinking some sort of power drinks. They don’t look like Coke or Pepsi cans. I noticed a can on the table between Bill and myself and saw he was drinking a THC soda that I had bought in January. I told him that as he was starting to feel tingly all over.

Bill was surprised at this turn of events and I did my best to calm him down. He was anxious and a bit scared. I set him up in bed, hoping he’d be able to sleep it off but actually it was just beginning. He was in a rocket ship taking off and there was no turning back.

I was talking to Mike on the phone when I heard some moans from the bedroom. Hanging up with Mike I walked into the bedroom to see Bill really freaking out. I held him, I consoled him, I stroked him, and let him know that everything was going to be OK. He asked a few times if he was having a stroke and I assured him that he was not. He was also worried that he was scaring me, and I told him that he wasn’t.

It was touch and go after that. He felt well enough to come to the TV room and watch TV. I did program some Brian Eno ambient pieces, which worked for a while but not enough to calm him down. I tried the movie, A Hard Day’s Night but it didn’t work. Then an episode of Bob Ross, since Bill always found him soothing. That did not work either.

Finally, I hit the jackpot with episodes of Batman from the 1960s. Bill was enthralled with the colors and silly plot. He was laughing, yelling, and having a good time. Everything I spoke with Bill about was very positive and reassuring. I made sure Bill was having a good time, that he was in a safe space with someone who loved him.

I recorded parts of Bill’s experience, and I have yet to watch the recording. I think Bill and I will watch tonight when I get home.