dust to dust

So now that there's that fucking counter thing that says everything about you I might as well do a blog entry.

My buddy who used to be the dusthead keeps trying to convince me to do air dusters with him. I've got reservations. He tells me, "yeah, if you chest starts hurting stop, cuz if you do a couple more hits you could get a heart attack." Then he tells me he usually does one more at that point just to keep the high going. I like dangerous drugs, but I prefer when the danger is stupid drug-induced behavior that might kill you, not the drug itself. At least stupid drug-induced behavior makes for better stories.