Musings
All names changed at the Hotel California
The cracked out ravers bang all night long right up against my wall. She looks about fourteen, and is about five foot tall, and though I am trying to ignore and blank out it all, I hear these two men, one in each hole by the commentary they are shouting out as they act out […]
MoreBeating porcupines and eating dilaudid: Punk of the Week
I have had a frustrating day. Finally got through to Billy, who is eating dilaudid. Eating. Dilaudid. It should be criminal. Shooting them is real ‘I am a golden goddess in a state of nirvana’ sublime. Eating them is like a really nice paracetamol. Now’s the time you use a needle, crackhead! Waste of drugs. […]
MoreBurning Words
It is not a life that I would have chosen had I had any kind of free will in the matter. If I could have picked a life off the peg, tried it on for size, hauled one off a shelf and slithered into it like a snake into a skin, trying not to burst […]
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Compassion Overload And Rehab is for Rich Quitters
As I walked up the street past the methadone clinic, I heard the type of animal yelp of distress reserved usually only for beaten dogs and trapped mice. A tiny wizened woman who could have been anywhere between 45 and 65 was hopping up and down crying in distress, her pink foam crocs falling off […]
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Cecelia
People who don’t really drink DRINK, but people who drink, who might get drunk even regularly, just not heroically, people who have a beer when they want to, and a perrier water when they don’t, people who sit in bars, drink their allotted six shots and two stellas get loud and happy, and tumble home […]
MoreIs Humanity One Toke Over The Line…and would it be better if we were?
So…”Hey can you smoke here?” – an innocent question ended up sounding like an accusation – as if I was asking the young man innocently smoking his joint, if HE was allowed to smoke there, instead of asking him if I was also allowed to and it was within shelter rules. Damnit. I didn’t want […]
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