Aug 2, 2005

Creative Writing: Chapter 3 - Fate & College

Drugs: An Interlude
1993

As quick as the buses come and go,
I'll be,
through TV's haze and static;
disguised as hypocrisy
I'm true
but love not my reality
rather
a grainy faded black and white
image self-prescribed
by my camera's lens;
I swallow this drug of
loneliness.

Hand in hand with my growing up, being a part of my generation (or any other generation for that matter), is the exploration with drugs.

Drugs were there in the fifties, we all know that thanks to Burroughs, but they seemed unimportant to the Beat movement as a whole. In the sixties drugs were the movement. Turn on, tune in, and drop out. I tried to read Wolfe's "Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test," but it lost me in the whole Merry Pranksters thing. In the seventies, it was less about expanding your mind, as it was about numbing your mind. And that's pretty much where the drug evolution plateaued. Since then it's been about escapism.

Having said that, the first time I tried drugs, it was to fit in, but subsequent times it was to escape my mind. And I did. Then I lost it. Then I closed it. Then I had recurring anxiety attacks (whole other issue). Then I tried to open it again; still trying today.


(Excerpt from In the Now)
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