This blog isn’t about drugs, because we all know leftover cocaine doesn’t really exist. It’s like voodoo or heresy. You have probably been to a party where people are doing cocaine.You know they will be doing that shit until it’s long gone, and just as it is with life, there will never be any leftovers, second helpings or simple endings. Those people and their seconds, minutes and hours are and were singular bottle rockets filling the cosmic emptiness of last night with meaning. Now it’s morning, life rolls on. This blog is an inquiry into the all of the moments I thought I had the answers, but really, I only have more questions.