Bionic Chipmunks, from a time far ago

Ahoy friends and co-horts-
It is now the fourth day of recovery from mandibular mayhem, and I feel like 10 bucks. Currently my jaw is still swollen to double its normal size, wired shut and producing a wonderfully dull ache that manages to eliminate any potentially good feelings of having this done. My life situation of drooling, floundering and occasional bathing is moderately interrupted by the incredible euphoria I feel after downing a mere 20 ml's of a remarkable pain reducing/slightly halucinogenic elixir known only as "the yellow stuff". Ahhhhh, the "yellow stuff", what a wonderful creation that allows me to slip back into the scary chaotic void that is my subconcscious and explore unfettered like a plucky boy scout perusing his first few pages of hard core porn. We all remember those feelings- seeing some third leg of a mustachioed gentlemen with a name such as Evan Hardwood deftly impaling the inner thigh of a Stacy Suxx, or Tawny Steele- feelings of curiousity, joy and somewhat confusion that makes you ask "where am I, and why am I here?". Which is pretty much the main question I ask myself these days as I sit around on the verge of delirium. So I have decided to reach out and write to my inner circle, the band of brothers who have known me well, and known me often, yet have never known me in a biblical sense like Samson knew Delilah. In a sense I am bored, high on drugs and constantly drooling- like a SF crackhead looking for a handout. But my handout I seek is one of curiosity matched- A what goes on with you? if you will, and I will. So what goes on out there? Beyond the scope of the normal day to day? I'll tell ya, my normal day to day is a little off kilter these days, and it's only day four. Who knows what state I'll be in when week #2 comes around? Maybe the lack of solid foods and availability of hard core painkillers and porn (thank you Internet gods!!!!) will cause me to completely lose it. Probably not, but we could at least start a betting pool. For now I will sit and wait, hoping for vexing tales of glories past and maybe the occaisional dirty joke or two. It is time for more of yellow stuff, and i can't wait to slip back in......
TK