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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 […]
MoreIN THE SAME VEIN (trigger warning: drugs, sharp things, no sex. A little rock and roll)
I’m needing to cut loose, to borrow a telecaster, plug it in, turn it up and thump out a kicking cover of Lorraine. “She got straight, she understand, aw she wanna die, but now she got plans, she wanna live, she wanna start her band…Go Lorraine!” Jim wrote the ultimate speedball song, she took that […]
MoreJust Like Sister Ray Said: A cautionary tale of San Franciscan woe by way of Lou’s New York…
With all my recent bitching about being chased by crackheads down San Franciscan streets, stepping over human shit and needles, complaining that the tent city outside has got too large and loud and shitty and pallet-fire-y and discarded spike-y, and wanting to call up Chesa Boudin and tell him that stepping over the prone and […]
MoreStrange incense and burnt offerings
In my evening phone call to the outer-limits, dialing into disaster somewhere on the road with my favorite death-partier and sometime partner in destruction, I got accused. I was accused, fairly or not, of pretending that I was better than him. That I was a fake, pretending that I’m not the trash that I clearly […]
MoreThe drugs (treatment centers) don’t work, they just make ya worse….(apologies to the Verve!)
I have been looking around for a free detox for my old bastard of a druggie booze soaked mess. He is still alive and instead of kicking is in a morass of speed shootin’ booze drinkin’, DMT droppin’ pill snortin’ elder hooligan misbehavior. I coaxed him into an ER, only for them to treat him […]
MoreHummingbird Rain: The Old Man and the DMT
When I called Billy last night I didn’t expect a stranger answering the phone and declaring to me that it was raining hummingbirds. I had figured the old man would be drinking alone, busy trying to die. What I was not prepared for was Johnny. I decided channeling my best Mary Poppins/kindly elderly aunt was […]
MorePsychonauts and other Detritus
Love in the time of corona virus is hard enough. Everybody is forced simultaneously closer together with their immediate family for longer periods of time, whilst the minor cast in your own personal tragicomedy is cast out to a six foot perimeter, thus being both suffocating and lonely at the same time. A disastrous combination. […]
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