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07.23.07 by Widge @ 11:40 pm
I spiked a container of cran-grape juice. The caffeine content is so high, I poured some into a Disney glass. Sneezy passed out and convulsed. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Taggification: caffeine Filed under: Insomnia
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John Robinson is a writer of prose, poetry and comics who also writes under
the pseudonym of Widgett Walls.
This is my latest book. Short stories written especially for you, or at least someone who reminded me a lot of you at the time.
At what point do we pass from "I'm so freaking wired right now" to "Why is my left arm sore?" - The NSA-bot asked me to ask you.
Comment by Jones — July 24, 2007 @ 6:56 pm
Jones: That's an excellent question. As for "we," I don't recommend anybody try the shit I do. Because I've had years and years and years to work up this much tolerance for caffeine. But then again, I've always had a high tolerance for things.
But to answer your question, the last time I passed into the arena of "Wow, I think I might have overdone it" was at the Speciality Coffee Association conference thing. The World Congress Center here in Atlanta was filled with coffee. Oh, it was a glorious day. I was screwed up for three days afterwards…
Comment by Widge — July 24, 2007 @ 7:07 pm
Oh I remember you writing about that, that was cool. I think society is in need of pioneers in all sorts of areas - from alternative energy to coffee consumption. Rock on!
Comment by Jones — July 25, 2007 @ 7:54 pm
I'm a caffeine pioneer? Good Lord, that's kind of nuts. McKenna and Leary got psychotropics and I got stimulants. I guess I'm okay with that. But can I base a speaking tour around it?
Comment by Widge — July 26, 2007 @ 12:12 am
You're way too hard on yourself to be a caffeine prophet.
Comment by ScottC — July 26, 2007 @ 7:27 am