Drugs in Literature.
I picked up Speed by William Burroughs Jr.
I can hardly put the thing down. It's so damn entertaining.
William Burroughs Jr. describes his period of injecting methedrine, and various perscription uppers of the day in the early 60s. Basicly runs around 40+ years ago doing the same things the tweeker of today does...
here's a short part I found funny... takes place after he's been up for a week or so with his friend.
"Quick then, I begged to Chad that we were a couple of lunatics and if that cop came back and asked either one of us the simplest question, we'd try to cover it up and wind up in Bellvue. That, thank God, sank in and we went inside, me getting a better grip on myself, and Chad staring around at things I couldn't see. We made slow time up the stairs for fear of ambushes at every landing, and the seventh flight was more hollow than the rest, giving out with a booming noise that was good for another ten minutes of panic and confusion."
I picked up Speed by William Burroughs Jr.
I can hardly put the thing down. It's so damn entertaining.
William Burroughs Jr. describes his period of injecting methedrine, and various perscription uppers of the day in the early 60s. Basicly runs around 40+ years ago doing the same things the tweeker of today does...
here's a short part I found funny... takes place after he's been up for a week or so with his friend.
"Quick then, I begged to Chad that we were a couple of lunatics and if that cop came back and asked either one of us the simplest question, we'd try to cover it up and wind up in Bellvue. That, thank God, sank in and we went inside, me getting a better grip on myself, and Chad staring around at things I couldn't see. We made slow time up the stairs for fear of ambushes at every landing, and the seventh flight was more hollow than the rest, giving out with a booming noise that was good for another ten minutes of panic and confusion."
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