I used to do a lot of acid, eat mushrooms, smoke a lot of pot, and drink alcoholically. Loved it. Became no fun anymore, and I was still doing it, just beginning to wreck my life. I figure I'm addicted to psychedelic drugs and alcohol. Been sober with AA for 119 days in a row now. I hate everyone and everything as a default setting. It takes some work for me to not be like that.

The past two days have been filled with crazy paranoia and acid flashbacks. I feel things that aren't there, and intense rushes of touch-sensation through various parts of my body, almost like I'm on acid and/or high from smoking pot.
Also had some weird experience at a department store the other day. I went in, looking for a pair of shoes as I can now afford a much needed new set, and this guy walks all the way from one side of the store to the little mens' shoe section. He stands uncomfortably close to me and the whole time is singing some song I don't recognize. "You're so close....(hums).....you're so close....(hums).....you're so close.....(hums).....you're so close......." he turns around and proceeds to walk away from the area I'm occupying, singing aloud as he walks away back to where he came from. Too oddly specific for my paranoid mind, he must be out to kill me. FUCKFUCFUCK RUN.

It really made the hairs on my spine stand on end. I immediately left the department store, and thought I noticed someone trying to take a picture of me. Whatever the fuck that's about I wanted no part of. So I POWERWALKED the FUCK back to my car and drove away in a bit of a hurry.

People kept turning their heads and looking at me as I drove down the road. At least that's what I saw. And they all wanted to kill me.

Today, I've been plagued by the number 6. It consistently appeared to me in sets of two and three, such as my odometer reading 33646 as my car's clock shows 6:23.
And when I went to Dunkin Donuts late in the day, my order number was 666.
Whenever this happens, I take it as a warning to watch my back. And dayumn, I heeded that warning today to the point of insanity, avoiding everything I could where the 6's would take me. And it seemed to help: I almost was in a car crash today. If I hadn't "watched my 6", I could be dead or much worse right now.