Roast Dinner

A walk across to the other side of the valley, the sunny side, saw Lobo take out three rabbits. Sadly all in varying stages of mixy. The green open land is lush. Deer peeping out from hidden corners. Returned to a bacon sandwich, kippers return and a mighty roast dinner bringing all on site together bar two reclusive types who I joined in solitary idleness and early sleep. I recognise a large part of my gear attraction had been an inability to socialise easily without some buffer.
The jackdaws are at play in the first real sun this morning and a woodpecker seasoning the carping stew. Withdrawall feels much like tripping at times. A raw open u pleasent tripping but still. Heroin addiction and the entry into the secret society requires no social barriers just the single qualification of mutual need. Refreshing after so many social circuits so dependent on commonalities of breeding, experience or interests. It provided a desperation in a world bereft of all need. Where real gifts, gifts where you lose something of serious necessity. Acts of true benevolence can occur amid other acts of utter betrayal. A death rate, certainly in the immediate flood of strong brown afghany heroin similar to world war 1 delivered a solidarity where none remains in straight society. Only the poor experience need, not want. Addiction theory becomes clouded where heroine physical dependence can form alliances to alcoholics but a pure misunderstanding of gamblers or other addicts of psychological nature. In truth, physiological dependence requires a different system to addiction, the inescapable habit or pattern and the grouping together causes confusion to most. An enjoyment of new experiences and fresh world views descended in to the hunt for the reapeat sensation. A real escape from materialist culture that sees shopping become an activity in itself, not the mere acquisition of supplies.