#askhusk

I've decided that it's time to hang up my hat and retire this blog. It's brought me a lot of joy, speaking with all of you, and I wanna thank you for making this space possible.

I'll keep it up for the time being, but I won't be replying to any new messages.

You can find me at @cathartictrash and @askviktor.

Drugs in general

Love potions? Nah. Don’t touch that shit.

That ain’t love—it’s a chemically induced obsession dressed up like a fantasy. Manipulation in a bottle. You’re not makin’ someone love you, you’re makin’ ‘em act like they do. There’s a difference. Big one. It’s not real. It’s not authentic. It ain’t love if they didn’t choose it themself. You want a puppet? Buy a damn marionette.

Now, drugs… Back in my day, I’ll admit—I had my little fling with cocaine and opium. Classy vices for a very unclassy time. That shit’ll chew you up and spit you out smiling. These days? I stick to the bottle. Predictable. Familiar. Dangerous in all the right ways.

...Well damn, that’s one hell of a party trick. Remind me never to stand downwind of you during allergy season.

And yeah, no shit you don’t mix booze and magic. That’s like drinkin’ tequila and texting your ex—just ‘cause you can doesn’t mean the outcome’s gonna be forgivable.

Hope the guy’s doin’ okay. Or at least sittin’ comfortably.

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*takes a swig of beer*

I travel for work and I'm over a thousand miles from home. I can't go back for another 3 months, I'm lonely and homesick, and I'm not making the money I thought I would.

Also I threw out my back so that's another couple days' paychecks out the window.

In short, things are looking pretty shitty right now. You got any words of wisdom for me?

If not, I'll take a shot of Maker's if you got it.

Yeah, that’s rough, buddy. Lonely, broke, and busted up? Been there, let me tell you.

First off, take it easy on the back—pushing through pain’s just gonna make it worse, and you can’t afford more downtime, right? Ice, heat, and if nothing else works—whiskey.

As for the homesick part? Don’t fight it. It sucks, and pretending it doesn’t won’t help. Call someone back home, even if it’s just to bitch about how much this sucks. Remind yourself it’s temporary. Three months feels long, but it’s not forever—just gotta grit your teeth and ride it out.

And the money? Look, jobs promise the world and deliver scraps. Best thing you can do is budget what you’ve got, keep your eyes open for side gigs, and if all else fails, hustle your way through it. Desperate times call for desperate measures—or a decent poker face.

We gonna make a paper for them to reference from so if put on the spot they have a guide!

Smart move. Having a plan beats winging it every time. Write down the key points they need to hit—facts, dates, and anything that backs up their case. Keep it simple, no fluff. Courts eat up details but hate rambling.

Then prep answers for the obvious questions—what happened, why it matters, and what outcome they’re asking for. Bullet points work—short and sharp. Less chance to freeze up when they’ve got something solid to fall back on.

And make a cheat sheet for reminders—notes to stay calm, breathe, and not let nerves take over. It’s not about being perfect—it’s about being ready.