8:30 a.m. My friend and I wake up, we spend the majority of the morning together.
1:00 p.m. my friend is going to take her son out for a walk. My plan for the day is to go to a remembrance of life for a friend that died tragically. I say goodbye to my friend and her son and we head our separate ways.
3:00 p.m. I arrive at my friend’s house in Haverhill, he has pictures of our friend that had passed on bulletin boards on the wall. Some other friends come by and we discuss memories. This friend who passed was struggling with some substance use, became paranoid, and got in a shootout with the police and was killed. These circumstances have been on my mind for the past week. I’m really concerned with how narcotics in society are making people more and more mentally unstable. I feel my reluctance to write has been a mental decompressing from the harsh reality that confronts us. If we continue going in this way more and more people will lose their minds and their lives.
While at the party I learn from a friend that psychedelic mushrooms helped them with asthma. I end up looking this up and I find out that psychedelics possess powerful anti-inflammatory qualities. I am now super interested in this and want to invest in whatever drug company creates anti-inflammatory drugs from psychedelics.
6:30 p.m. I head back to my friend’s house who I’d stayed with the night before. Her and I relax and watch a movie. She falls asleep while laying on my lap and I watch the movie. It was called “Where the Crawdads Sing.” The cinematography was good, the story was about a girl who grew up in the swamp. It was a little bit long, and could have been better, but I did like it.
10:00 p.m. I wake up my host, and her and I head into the bedroom.