On a ship of noise

I've found my black tar heroin. Jack turned 12 last week and asked for an ipod shuffle. He downloaded the requisite Family Guy, Simpson's retro songs and a few current pop hits. When he left for school the day after, I was trudging through the daily mega chore fest, and put it on. The rest as they say was a stunner of a trip. Though the songs sucked the sheer intensity and intimacy of the music got me more stoned then I've been since they gave me morphine when I had my viral infection, all that without the nausea.