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Going "cold turkey&quo...Comment, vol.2<br /><br />(...)<br /><br />Going "cold turkey" is like to solve the equation of PAIN. It's what Burroughs called "ALGEBRA OF NEED", as I believe, the PAIN in its purest, nearly abstract version... <br />Not any additional value, just a LACK of something, exactly the same way as they consider HELL to be nothing but just the advancing PAUCITY/SHORTAGE of GOD, whatever does "God" mean. <br /> <br />So well, instead of continue this catchy, quasi onto-logical "rambling"/disserations let me focus on the manner you deal with the subject. I find you being so meticulously in the way you treat it, as attentive, leisurely, unhurried, gentle, insightful and sensitive as it only possible... <br />The way you "handle" with the Pain (what is the real "maincharacter" of your tale) reminds me nothing else but the sexual foreplay, and, my dear Friend, I can't help anything against the way I'm perceiving it...<br />As I already mentioned, you act as if it (struggle with the subject of suffering) provide you with some strange pleasure, but, hell, who of us, users, doesn't know that ambigous feeling? <br />Don't we (at least those of us, who are tend to indulge themselves and relish the perverted delights) cherish the memories of the past pain immediately after the door gets closed behind the dealer and the wave of relief "rinses" whole the dirt/filth of sickness far away from our bodies and minds?<br /><br />Involving The Dog into your story is in my opinion a thoughtful, professional literary treatment and proves your maturity as a writter. <br />The Dog "dots the 'i'", so to say. <br />While the Pain the human characters suffering might be as well just an extension of your collection of rare-ish and unusuall themes, I mean something what dazzle/exite instead of hurt, The Dog triggers some REAL compassion, if you get me. <br /><br />Without The Dog' theme involved, would be your tale just another one junkies' mental dildo.<br />Providing The Dog with a decent treat would turn your writting into kinda "Junky's Christmas" tale like, hearting story, full of faith in the power of The Light Side.<br />But only The Dog negleckted' presence locates your work BEYOND something what is just ACHINGLY BEAUTIFUL/maudlin and turns it into some serious, mature piece of art. <br /><br />Well, that's what I think. <br /><br />Maybe you'll be interrested if I tell you, that I'm leaving to LONDON next week. I spent there a couple of a time in early summer this year, but it definitely was not enough to "deconstruct" the ambience of the place...it's like peeling out the next layers, which seem to be countless...<br /><br />Hope you are doing well<br />Your truly<br />Jowita/nikita <br /> <br /> <br /><br />Blogosławiona Blahggierkahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11932424859451681640noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193316819499446317.post-15745914072637352012014-08-16T20:15:53.237+02:002014-08-16T20:15:53.237+02:00Comment, vol.1
Hello Shane,
it took so long since...Comment, vol.1<br /><br />Hello Shane,<br />it took so long since we have talked to each other last time, that considering the huge number of your "fans" and "followers", I truly doubt if you still remember me...<br />Maybe my disabled language will help you to recognize/identify me again...<br /><br />I have to confess that for some vague reason I gave up/stopped following your work for a couple of time...however, today I started to rummage some old computer' stuff, wondering about how to update and "wipe up"/"pimp up" my own blog, so I could reach out to more people---this way I ran into your work again...<br /><br />Well,I'm kinda inquisitive and quite sceptic person by nature, therefore it's not easy to impress me and "provide me with delight by one's work", so to say. Reading your tales, sometimes it happened to me think like "hell, this guy seems to be really gifted, but I already have seen better pieces he has created before. He's definitely able to afford himself for something more bright"...<br />However, let you know, today I experienced some REAL TREAT/feast from you, as far I'm at all entitled to judge without having my English language' ability "completed", so to say. In my modest opinion, "Junk Sick Collective" is definitely the best of your pieces I ever have had opportunity and pleasure to read. I read it with the bated breathe and really enjoyed it. The deepest insight into the nature of really severe w/d symptoms/cravings/"cold turkey" and the way it manifests itself in the case of any single human beeing (so different/various and so common at the same time, as if users had developed kinda collective conscioussness) resonates so well with the manner of writting. <br />I think the strong point of your style is the fact you're not "intrusive" in what you're tryin' to convey, I mean you don't "force"/"impose" emotions/feelings that should be "released" in contact with your prose, but kinda "induce" them, being still tactful and kind, building the ambience rather by painting objective pictures of what happens than anything else. <br /><br />Sure, I have catched you using/refering to some old cheap tricks&thrills like dazzle the reader with suffering-it quite obvious to me that you're tending to find some strange pleasure and perverted delight in playing with pain-you relish it, try to deconstruct it, assign some additional/extra value to the pain (the dope sickness in particular, I guess) as if it embobied/as if it were kinda "reservoir" of all existential pain that occurs...<br />And there's a difficult question to me to ask, and to answer, would namely be The Drought nothing but just a pretext, such a favorable circumstance what "lures" an ancient, eternal, human' anguish out of its hiding, making it intensified, kinda "emissary" of all sufferings that whenever existed, exist and will be existing, torment in its sheer form??? <br />Even if it might sound a little bit oddly, it does make some absolutely perfect sense to me, it's even "ontologically correct". <br />If the dope sickness is born at the point where the supplies of PAINKILLER gets ran out/exhausted, therefore must be the dope sickness the purest essence of PAIN ever. The LACK of the substance what deals with PAIN so ruthlessly and to what are our bodies adopted and addicted, predisposes it to be the GHOST of PAIN... <br />The DOPE SICKNESS is the most precisely ever recording/translation of the logic of PAIN... if you know what I mean...the most accurate,faithfully and nearly mathematically "septic" pattern of PAIN... <br />If there would be whenever THE FORMULA of PAIN needed/required/searched, in order to reflect/convey the nature of PAIN in the most accurate way, THE DOPE SICKNESS would be probably the appropriate pattern...<br />(...)<br />Blogosławiona Blahggierkahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11932424859451681640noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193316819499446317.post-76620623246467541132014-06-22T22:09:47.411+02:002014-06-22T22:09:47.411+02:00Hello Shane, devoted reader but have been too lazy...Hello Shane, devoted reader but have been too lazy to express my appreciation of your writing and your efforts to make it available to read. I am always so happy to see a new post in my e-mail.<br /><br />Anyway, former prostitute, failed lawyer, fired librarian here. So what do I do? Well I work in a nursing home "aiding" nurses and changes the diapers of societies rejects and forgotten. In the Uk I'd be called a "carrer," though god what a misnomer this is in most cases! People who have devastated their bodies and brains in unimaginable ways, either through their own endeavors or just plain shitty luck. Anyway, I understand what you said about seeing the dancing man piss himself and experiencing a "volcano of sadness bubbling" inside of you. There is something about seeing people shit and piss themselves that makes me go "god, time to get off the train, it's all pretty fucking hopeless now friend!" I change mountains of diapers, gallons of urine, piles of shit fill my trash bags at work. Sometimes it's hard to even feel humane. I feed them and hold their tippy-cups to their mouths and then, predictably, out it comes from the other end. In and out. Day in and day out. If I prayed, which I don't exactly, I would pray that we all avoid becoming nothing more than human shit/piss producers. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193316819499446317.post-71749144772812122512014-04-01T19:55:42.836+02:002014-04-01T19:55:42.836+02:00Hello there Shane, nicely written, always thoughts...Hello there Shane, nicely written, always thoughts from this side of the indian ocean, checkin out, fixing off, auditing in<br />claireangeliquenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193316819499446317.post-36722477533995234202014-03-22T00:22:37.621+01:002014-03-22T00:22:37.621+01:00I was just feeling sorry for myself and doing my l...I was just feeling sorry for myself and doing my last half a balloon, pissed that I didn't leave more for this evening because I know I can't score for another two hours. And then I saw this in my inbox. And I remembered I haven't gone longer that 6 hours without junk in a long time. This is child's play. Oh God, I know that feeling so, so well. I pray I never have to experience it again. Yet, I know that it is a self-fulfilling prophecy. Oh course the day will come when reality comes crashing down. If only I can cut back enough to make next time just a little less painful. But I've been saying that for 18 years and it only seems to get more painful. I'm very familiar with the sound of absolute suffering itself. “Aaaaaaaahhhh” usually comes while I'm on toilet, or rather trying to make my way there. <br />Alright, I'm going to stop depressing my self, be relived that I have only an hour to go and that some people have it much much worse than me (sometimes).<br /><br />I know you write all the time, as do I (it's my profession, as I'm assuming it's yours?). I need to start reading more. I'd like to know more of your story. <br /><br />Peace Love & Rock n Roll<br />D_D<br />DeemsterDiva.wordpress.comAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14881556531638655462noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193316819499446317.post-34688720144918627092014-03-17T12:53:08.852+01:002014-03-17T12:53:08.852+01:00Thank-you. For your wonderful writing. For the ago...Thank-you. For your wonderful writing. For the agony so visceral in its unrelenting ache and the diffusive pressure of the simultaneous emptiness of it all.<br /><br />Being that H wasn't my drug and if ever in this state, I would simply pray for sleep and sleep alone, what happens after the dealer arrives?<br /><br />Is it enough of a salve to just get the hinges swinging or does it become a cool smoothness of utter memory loss of the pain before. Does it haunt you while you're high again? Is it something you only are punished with once the party is "over"?<br /><br />Or do you glide in bliss and this blissful state, fill the crevices from that experience alongside the other experiences with feelings and thoughts that seem permanent enough to change it all?<br /><br />There's a lot of conscious guilt during the highs I've experienced, so I wonder how much is erased with heroin, since this "junk" sickness if permanent, seems more than enough to push one to suicide?<br /><br /><br /><br />Jessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193316819499446317.post-39587933473299378842014-03-16T18:21:14.704+01:002014-03-16T18:21:14.704+01:00Hey Kelly....
what were you thinking/feeling thro...Hey Kelly.... <br /><i><b>what were you thinking/feeling through the ordeal?</b></i><br />In a way that question takes us behind the text and why it is how it is. I purposely didn't put myself in the text as I want people to get used to my writing without myself in it. I need that freedom. And I know that may at first not be what people are expecting, but I believe (and i've tried putting it onto practice with all new work I put up) that each new text, if it's to transcend the subject, should always feel a littlr disappointing in the first instance. It means I'm not being repetitive and each post occupies its own place regardless. <br />Also, don't lose sight that this text is very contrived. Yes, there were all these junkies in Grace's; yes, the little stories from their lives are true (or told to me by them), but whether they were preoccupied with those exact stories during their illness, who knows??? I don't. But it's not important at all. All that is important is the way of conveying the type of bleak thoughts and atmosphere which cones about during a certain stage of junk illness. It was also a ploy used to get their individual histories into the text, because it's always better to get such stuff across in an interesting way while progressing with the story rather than stopping your text dead to describe someone. <br />As to what I was thinking during that evening, well, mine was always the same: I'd be in a bar in Putney, a late autumn evening, waiting for my wife. On the juke box plays Bob Marleys Redemption Song. It is my last sober memory before falling completly into heroin addiction.<br />But in life, at the time, it was a very warm loving evening... Not melancholic at all. Even in memory now it is a beautiful memory. But under dope sickness it became a hollow and ghostly memory... Something fated about it. It haunted my mind and brought me to my knees emotionally. I guess it is the point of having everything you want in the last moment before you lose it, and that is what turned it upside down and made it terribly sad. So my mind always returned/returns to that evening. XXX .Memoirs of a Heroinheadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17401281805284793756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193316819499446317.post-78788276877355970682014-03-16T16:19:43.904+01:002014-03-16T16:19:43.904+01:00Anon,
My adorable what??
Grammar aside, people wh...Anon,<br /><br />My adorable what??<br />Grammar aside, people who meet me wouldn't agree with you. I can be a giant pain in the arse. But I have 2 very good reasons:<br />1. I'm an overgrown child. I never got to be a kid the first time so I'm making up for it now<br />2. It's never with intent.<br /><br />Adorable? Nah, 'Wee Diddy' is more familiar and honest x CKAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193316819499446317.post-78131159945964208612014-03-16T03:26:30.251+01:002014-03-16T03:26:30.251+01:00Calamity K - your adorable!! Calamity K - your adorable!! Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193316819499446317.post-73130031637422300992014-03-15T21:24:17.582+01:002014-03-15T21:24:17.582+01:00Hey Joe,
Having lived in many different countries...Hey Joe,<br /><br />Having lived in many different countries, I have to say that cruelty to animals and cruelty to humans usually go hand in hand. If you find yourself in a place where one is dispensable then usually it means the other is to. That's another reason I wouldn't judge. I'm not saying it's right more that it's just how it is and people survive the best way they know how in those circumstances, and I'm not just talking drugs here, it could be social or political, any extreme existence. That's why some drug stories speak to everyone; extreme situations force the human experience to be condensed and more intense versions of their more stable/normal counterparts.<br /><br />As far as very 'Shaney', I'll let the man speak for himself just as I can only speak for myself but I am deeply flattered you said that.<br /><br />Right, I'm off tae ma scratch noooouuuu! Parents visiting first thing. gn all xoxox CalamityKAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193316819499446317.post-62934926980524655902014-03-15T21:10:38.903+01:002014-03-15T21:10:38.903+01:00K-
It is horrible when people neglect something ...K- <br /><br /><i>It is horrible when people neglect something that is dependent on them but at the same time I'm not sure I can judge them cos I reckon I had better odds not better morals.</i><br /> <br />Brilliant line – very Shaney!<br /><br />Happy upcoming birthday.<br /><br />Shane I'm glad you say Tony was probably fictionalizing and others say H addicts don't necessarily do that. Can't bear cruelty to animals. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /> <br />IJoeMhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03821025539339799036noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193316819499446317.post-5517270477953193252014-03-15T17:33:03.841+01:002014-03-15T17:33:03.841+01:00George is a tragic case (although sometimes I do e...George is a tragic case (although sometimes I do envy people like that), he weirdly reminds me of when I was facing a pregnancy on opiates, a baby wouldn't know why they're in such pain if they were born in withdrawal (and that's hit and miss btw. I was told that sometimes a mother on less opiates is more likely to produce a child in that dependency than one that was on more, it's luck of the draw on that score. Some babies born to female addicts have few or no symptoms and some have major ones but that's another story but what a bloody burden to carry as well as everything else. And btw, to people who don't know this, h addicted mothers aren't allowed to quit cos withdrawal causes the placenta to separate resulting in miscarriage so don't be so harsh on them as this is the one time the reason for quitting is stronger than ever and then they're told it's the last thing they should be attempting.<br /><br />Shane, I loved the piece and I could see myself in all the people you described but to be a kind of shrink/devils advocate, one question keeps nagging me, and that's what were you thinking/feeling during this ordeal? Did observing and deliberating about others around you help to distract yourself from your own hell or make you feel less alone in it?<br />x Calamity K<br />PS. Joe, you're the (big) man xAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193316819499446317.post-22912082042535886992014-03-15T02:28:11.367+01:002014-03-15T02:28:11.367+01:00Geat piece of writing Shane.Geat piece of writing Shane.karlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09348192514955706097noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193316819499446317.post-17064797860388109732014-03-15T02:05:00.832+01:002014-03-15T02:05:00.832+01:00Hey Eyelick...
George is a complicated case. I h...Hey Eyelick... <br /><br />George is a complicated case. I have a post in the works on the relationship between Grace and George, as it is a bizarre and tragic affair. <br /><br />Yes, George had been sick before.... he was often sick as they both had a dual crack and smack habit and were living off social security. But George was schizophrenic and had other problems beside. He could no longer understand that the illness was drug related... he was too far gone./ He coiuld no longer speak, just sat there shaking with a crackpipe held out all day. Heroin put him to sleep, and he didn't take it himself anymore but had it administered by Grace. She gained because though it was less heroin for her, at least when smacked up George was calm (well, calmer). But if Grace didn't call him and give him his dope he wouldn't come out asking for it. He no longer understood he needed it physically. He believed the sickness was other forces, that he was being attacked by the spirits in his head. It's a sad history, and it got even sadder. XShane Levenehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03863320007737754609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193316819499446317.post-72067714421014836392014-03-15T00:59:26.295+01:002014-03-15T00:59:26.295+01:00Being in a larger group when you have no idea when...Being in a larger group when you have no idea when it's going to end (although staying together because more resources seems less dismal than just having to rely on your own) sounds a whole lot different than being a couple, or a group of a few people, when you have some idea when it's going to end - like money sometime today or tomorrow, and so are more vocal about complaints and can make bitter jokes about double suicides, or if you know exactly when it's going to end - say a certain time 10 hours later, in the morning - so everyone shuts themselves in different rooms so they don't have to think about how much they despise one another right now... Ha despite never being in your exact situation, it brought up some memories. <br /><br />You described the physical plus mental and emotional all-encompassing sickness very well, "nothing like the flu" delighted me - seeing "flu like symptoms" or "like the flu" makes me burst into laughter or want to punch the writer upon seeing it. Or both.<br /><br />Forgive me for my stupidity, but why wasn't George aware of exactly what was wrong with him? Had he never gone without before?<br /><br />Reading this inspired me... But in what way? Hm :)<br /><br />Having read through some of your earlier writings lately, it got me thinking. Perhaps you'll get your months overdue return email soon!Eyelickhttp://eyelick25.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193316819499446317.post-66608222754029380932014-03-13T19:36:39.733+01:002014-03-13T19:36:39.733+01:00Thanks K and Shane.
Julie Burchill was the greate...Thanks K and Shane.<br /><br />Julie Burchill was the greatest writer at the NME in the 70s 80s but she's now a tabloid shadow of her former self.JoeMhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03821025539339799036noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193316819499446317.post-69599590368120766002014-03-13T02:34:04.477+01:002014-03-13T02:34:04.477+01:00Joe, Hemingway is the cat they had that starved to...<i><br /> Joe, Hemingway is the cat they had that starved to death (In Down and Out in Murder Mile).</i><br /><br />OK<br /><br />Anon? <br /><br />We Love YouJoeMhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03821025539339799036noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193316819499446317.post-7575129525973642682014-03-13T00:53:31.116+01:002014-03-13T00:53:31.116+01:00Hey Joe, as always (and forever) you get to jump t...Hey Joe, as always (and forever) you get to jump the queue.<br /><br />I think you must take Tony's (or anyone's) writing with a pinch of salt. He freely admits it's so-much percent fiction and knowing him, and how kind he's been to me and the love he has for his family, i'm not too sure the cat story is what it is in the book. For that to happen you have to be not only on junk but also mentally ill. I've been around some of the dirtiest addicts ever and i've never met anyone capable of that.. certainly not when they've got drugs!!! And I say about being mentally ill for good reason, as I've an unfinished cat story myself (even more hideous than Tony's offering) and the culprit was a man called Pete who was not only on drugs but mentally ill and had just lost his mind in his flat. I won't give the story away here... you'll have to be patient for that. <br /><br />Yes, the line about the 'flu' was intentional.Everyone describes ity as that, and i have myself, but it's kinda lazy and doesn't really give any idea of what junk sickness is like. Yes, there are flu-like symptoms, but the difference is taht even with severe flu you can lay it out, stay in bed and sleep and sick it away. You feel terrible but it's very different as you can find comfort in the flu and sleep and watch TV, etc. With junk illness you are not only physically sick but existentially sick too. That's to say that your body is out of sorts with the world: your existence is sick and is in agony, and there is not one second where you can escape it. Not only do you have severe flu-like symptoms but every cell in your body is affected. It's not a virus either and so it's not your immune system or your lungs or chest under attack but your entire workings. What is happening is that heroin slows down your metabolism, and when you've not got heroin your metabolism goes bacjk to normal and is too fast for your body. Everything malfunctions and pains and aches: your body is sick within itself. Seriously, if anyone fell ill with exactly the same symptoms and feelings as junk illness (but it wasn't junk illness) they'd not only be immediately hospitalized but would be in intensive care.... and that is no exaggeration. It's why, I think, addicts are so obsessed with describing and talking about sickness, because in fact it is so close to death that it is an experience to feel it and come out the otherside. It's like having been in a terrible war, or having lived a near fatal incident and then having an urge to express that experience to people. <br /><br />Oh, I used to really like some of Julie Burchill's stuff. Though I was young at the time and trying to impress my Marxist wife!I impressed her alright... she fled after just two days! <br /><br />I think that all this cheating and stealing through drug addiction is pretty normal and logical. People say that it's the drugs corrupting people, but that's not true. It's just that people are in very desperate situations (gonna suffer from teh illness above if they don't get a score by the evening). With that in mind it's kinda only normal that people in that position will steal and cheat ad rob. Lets imagine another scenario, where oxygen is a commodity you have to buy. People who are running out of oxygen due to lack of money will do exactly the same. It becomes necessary. But it's not the oxygen corrupting people but just their natural instincts and behaviour when desperate. It just happens that most people are never that desperate for anything and so have no reason to resort to such behaviour. Honestly, I'd be very suspicious of anyone who was ever in such a position (dying) and still would not slip a score out my wallet. It's a person not only with no drive or heart or soul but also someone of fake honesty, and i wouldn't want anyone that indifferent to life as a friend. XMemoirs of a Heroinheadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17401281805284793756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193316819499446317.post-83045136689801825472014-03-12T22:37:50.383+01:002014-03-12T22:37:50.383+01:00Joe, Hemingway is the cat they had that starved to...Joe, Hemingway is the cat they had that starved to death (In Down and Out in Murder Mile).<br /><br />I got a cat to force myself to keep my head above water (and companionship) cos I knew that whilst I could let lots of bad things happen to myself I'd fight to the death for another creature. It is horrible when people neglect something that is dependent on them but at the same time I'm not sure I can judge them cos I reckon I had better odds not better morals.<br /><br />xCalamityKAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193316819499446317.post-13891495158245639742014-03-12T21:13:12.116+01:002014-03-12T21:13:12.116+01:00Thanks Anon!
So rare to get feed back here except...Thanks Anon!<br /><br />So rare to get feed back here except from the author.<br /><br /><i>Tony's Hemingway?</i><br /><br />I don't know what that means. <br /><br />To do with Ernest? (earnest Ernest to Wildly and ungrammatically throw this open...)JoeMhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03821025539339799036noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193316819499446317.post-14282367823520879662014-03-12T09:27:31.218+01:002014-03-12T09:27:31.218+01:00Hey JoeM,
I am a junky but I feel exactly the sam...Hey JoeM, <br />I am a junky but I feel exactly the same way in regards to being mortified that they couldnt give water to the dog (and I read about Tony's Hemingway too and cursed it!) I just don't get that! Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193316819499446317.post-71918787579305014952014-03-11T22:02:50.063+01:002014-03-11T22:02:50.063+01:00The pain was torture. Nothing like the flu at all....<i>The pain was torture. Nothing like the flu at all.</i><br /> <br />I remember reading a thing by Julie Burchill/Tony Parsons in the NME decades ago saying that Heroin withdrawal was no worse than a bad flu and that addicts were just weak, whiny self-pitiers – and that's why they became addicts in the first place (typical Julie B milk of human kindness). Is that why you said that – because others compare H withdrawal in the same way?<br /><br />The same (alcoholic coke fiend) Julie B also wrote about the horrors of coke withdrawal.<br /><br /><i>she needed the money his incapacity benefit brought in more than she didn't need him</i><br /> <br />Oh the plight of the dog took away all my sympathies for the junkies. They couldn't even turn a tap on? I remember really hating Tony O'Neill after reading that he let his cat die of starvation and dehydration – just because he couldn't be bothered to <i>open the door and let it out</i>. <br /><br />The whole drugs thing makes you wonder about humanity – the fact that The Collective will become New People instantly purely down to the imbibement of some chemicals.<br /><br />Forget religion, love, learning, philosophy – all human experience, growth, morality, achievement is trumped by a hit of the drug of choice. And that applies to everybody, not just junkies.JoeMhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03821025539339799036noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193316819499446317.post-17756506149303657502014-03-11T21:00:02.063+01:002014-03-11T21:00:02.063+01:00I always look forward to getting an email of your ...I always look forward to getting an email of your new posts and this didn't disappoint - brilliant, as always! H xAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com