Junkie

H had a good run (before my time), seemed to fade away, then mounted a respectable come back. The once nearly-eradicated poppy fields of Afghanistan thrive once again, providing a pipeline full of more opiates than the world can even use.  William Burroughs lived too early.  I can’t even imagine how twisted Naked Lunch 2010 would be if Burroughs were around to write it.

When I think ’80s drug culture I think New Jack City. Crack reigned the inner-city. It never went away – in fact it moved up a few social tiers.  Maybe the coke users of the 80s became the crackheads of the 90s.

I know it’s been around since the 1890s, but it wasn’t until the 1990s that I ever heard of a meth lab explosion.  And it wasn’t until very recently that my name had to go on a list if I needed to buy some Sudafed.

In 2009 we took a small step towards Strange Days.  All the kids are hooked on Zynga.

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