July 29th, 2012
A friend of mine is turning twenty-one today, back in my home town we call someones twenty-first birthday 'The Crucifixion'. Though she's only just now turning twenty-one she's already been consuming alcohol on a regular basis for the past few months, In a weird way I'm kind of glad she's already been drinking for a while. It should certainly make things easier for her thought the tendency for anyone's twenty-first birthday is to get as fucked up as possible. In my hometown there was even a certain maliciousness toward the 'new' drinker. A certain kind of coercion, a certain feeling of obligation being projected on the newly initiated drinker;
" Oh you're twenty-one one today?? Get this girl some shots!"
Till she's dizzy, till she's sloppy, till she swears she'll never drink again. The old timer at the bar, out to get you maliciously smashed out of a weird obligation to someone he's never met before. Perhaps because in his mind twenty-one isn't just a birthday, it's a right of passage into a brave new world of all kinds of fucked up shit. That's the myth at least, and one that alcoholics, barflies, and bartender work hard to perpetuate. It's good for sales and gets you hooked on the experience. When you wake up the next day you'll swear the world has changed, but actually it's you that is different. I hope she's alright.
I worked out pretty hard and drank a protein shake today before returning to the coffee shop, seems I begin and finish most days at the coffee shop. Switched it up, had a cup of english breakfast tea instead of coffee after my workout. Joel from the YMCA told me something about black tea containing a compound called theoflavin that speeds up muscle recovery.
Got into the shelter again last night, it's been really easy to get a bed lately. kind of scary how empty the place has been the last couple nights. Big Sam is still there and his legs are still weeping blood.Last night he asked Jay for an NA meeting list 'for his friend'. I suspect and hope it's actually for him. Not sure if the weeping sores on his body are from methamphetamine abuse...but the dude is definitely on something. E.C. told me the same thing Joaquin said to me at the shelter a few weeks ago.
"Meth abusers get weeping sores."
I wonder if the shelter staff know anything about it. Should I tell them? They probably don't know they're enabling an addict, but I don't think they are stupid...I'd be surprised if they haven't figured it out already. I suspect more than one person staying there is probably dealing one the side and spending all there money on supplying drugs rather than paying rent somewhere. Sounds incredibly profitable to me. Profitable and despicable.
A friend of mine is turning twenty-one today, back in my home town we call someones twenty-first birthday 'The Crucifixion'. Though she's only just now turning twenty-one she's already been consuming alcohol on a regular basis for the past few months, In a weird way I'm kind of glad she's already been drinking for a while. It should certainly make things easier for her thought the tendency for anyone's twenty-first birthday is to get as fucked up as possible. In my hometown there was even a certain maliciousness toward the 'new' drinker. A certain kind of coercion, a certain feeling of obligation being projected on the newly initiated drinker;
" Oh you're twenty-one one today?? Get this girl some shots!"
Till she's dizzy, till she's sloppy, till she swears she'll never drink again. The old timer at the bar, out to get you maliciously smashed out of a weird obligation to someone he's never met before. Perhaps because in his mind twenty-one isn't just a birthday, it's a right of passage into a brave new world of all kinds of fucked up shit. That's the myth at least, and one that alcoholics, barflies, and bartender work hard to perpetuate. It's good for sales and gets you hooked on the experience. When you wake up the next day you'll swear the world has changed, but actually it's you that is different. I hope she's alright.
I worked out pretty hard and drank a protein shake today before returning to the coffee shop, seems I begin and finish most days at the coffee shop. Switched it up, had a cup of english breakfast tea instead of coffee after my workout. Joel from the YMCA told me something about black tea containing a compound called theoflavin that speeds up muscle recovery.
Got into the shelter again last night, it's been really easy to get a bed lately. kind of scary how empty the place has been the last couple nights. Big Sam is still there and his legs are still weeping blood.Last night he asked Jay for an NA meeting list 'for his friend'. I suspect and hope it's actually for him. Not sure if the weeping sores on his body are from methamphetamine abuse...but the dude is definitely on something. E.C. told me the same thing Joaquin said to me at the shelter a few weeks ago.
"Meth abusers get weeping sores."
I wonder if the shelter staff know anything about it. Should I tell them? They probably don't know they're enabling an addict, but I don't think they are stupid...I'd be surprised if they haven't figured it out already. I suspect more than one person staying there is probably dealing one the side and spending all there money on supplying drugs rather than paying rent somewhere. Sounds incredibly profitable to me. Profitable and despicable.
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