At the moment I am sitting in the lobby of the methadone clinic, having picked up my take-home bottles. I think many here probably find me stand offish simply because I ignore almost all clients. I don't give a shit how many Xanax or Ellavil you want to sell, or how many watered down bottles you really hope I buy, just leave me the fuck alone, than you ever so kindly.
I remember, once in Amsterdam I met a Dutch junkie who told me that junkies are smarter on average, than straight people. I almost pissed on myself as he went on and on and on, before retiring to his cardboard box next to one of the city's many canals. Not that living in the rough has any correlation to intelligence mind you, just that more than 99.9 percent of the junkies I have met have been bone ass stupid. For every Burroughs or de Quincy there are 25,000 bleeding mongoloids- if only in terms of their IQs and social graces.
Case in point...One show that I really enjoy is "Banged up Abroad" on the National Geographic Channel, known as "Locked up Abroad" in the States. One episode I watched the other day involved a Scotts junkie who abandoned his son when the little boy was 6. Fast forward to age 22 and the boy gets a call out of the blue from dear old dopefiend dad inviting him for an all expences paid jaunt down the infamous Silk Road. Being the creatures we are the son jumped at the chance to quit his job and leave his live in love high and dry.
Arriving in Islamabad he is greeted by daddy whom he recognises because he is the only white man in Arrivals. Dad takes him straight to a little shoppe where he is shocked to find papa hitting a water pipe with some great hash. His father calms him by reminding him that different cultures have different customs but then drops an atom bomb on him, "Uh yah laddie, I dint' have time to tell ye' before but we will be carrying 20 kilos of this hash into China, smuggle it across the width of the country to Shanghai, and then smuggle ir into Tokyo." What the fuck?
Nice guy that father is. Abandon your boy when he is just starting school and needing his father the most, then manipulate him at age 22 into muleing 20 keys of hash in a death penalty nation! He tells his son that he has made the crossing many times before and there is never any Customs or Immigration Inspections. What's more he says, should anything ever go wrong he will take full responsibility and the boy will be on his merry way. Seeking approval the boy agrees.
Loading the hash into false bottoms of 2 carry on bags they run out of the professionaly manufactured smuggler bags and amazingly, decide to tear out the bottom of an over the counter bag, plant the hash and sew it back up. As long as noone ever inspects that 3rd bag too closely there should be no problems. Lo and behold, at the crossing the Chinese are going over bags with a finetooth comb. Shitting bricks, they almost keel over when the Chinese guards gruffly order them out of the line and proceed immediately to the front, something that often happens with whites or blacks in Southeast Asia (indeed, Thailand has special lines for foreigners only).
The Chinese border police give the 2 men a going over and suddenly pass them on through. Ecstatic having crossed what they believed was their most formidable obstacle they buy a cabin on a cross country train that will take 6 days to reach Shanghai. Unbelievably, dear old dad rolls joints of hash and not only smokes it on the train, but does so outside their cabin. Standing opposite the window he is smoking a fat joint of hash when a conductor comes through the door into his car!
Looking dumbfounded the father merely looks sheepishly as the conductor puts a finger to his nose and moves the index finger on his other hand as if to say "No no." The Scottsman stamps out the joint and smiles before paranoia gets the best of him and he retires to the cabin. Now, the train is hauling ass through the Gobi Desert near Mongolia. They could have dumped the load and if it was crucial they could conceivably return for it by disembarking at the next station. Do these braniacs do this? Nah, they feed off eachother's paranoia until that same conductor knocks on their cabin door a couple of hours later.
Looking sternly at the father the conductor pantomimes that he wants both the father's ticket AND the hash. Dad believes that the conductor is merely tryting to hustle a bribe, possibly looking to get the hash for his own enjoyment and hands him a few grammes in a baggie he was using as a headstash. The conductor angrily leaves with both the ticket and the stash and now father and son are almost over the edge in a frantic struggle with paranoia.
As the train begins slowing down at a station they decide to take their chances with the 3 bags and make a run for it. At the end of the station platform is a turnstile and a clerk checking that each departing passenger has paid the correct fare. The son gets through without a problem but as the father argues with the clerk over not having his ticket a lot of shouting erupts from the other end of the platform and who would it be but the conductor! Off they go to a Chinese police station.
I will get to the rest in a following entry...
I remember, once in Amsterdam I met a Dutch junkie who told me that junkies are smarter on average, than straight people. I almost pissed on myself as he went on and on and on, before retiring to his cardboard box next to one of the city's many canals. Not that living in the rough has any correlation to intelligence mind you, just that more than 99.9 percent of the junkies I have met have been bone ass stupid. For every Burroughs or de Quincy there are 25,000 bleeding mongoloids- if only in terms of their IQs and social graces.
Case in point...One show that I really enjoy is "Banged up Abroad" on the National Geographic Channel, known as "Locked up Abroad" in the States. One episode I watched the other day involved a Scotts junkie who abandoned his son when the little boy was 6. Fast forward to age 22 and the boy gets a call out of the blue from dear old dopefiend dad inviting him for an all expences paid jaunt down the infamous Silk Road. Being the creatures we are the son jumped at the chance to quit his job and leave his live in love high and dry.
Arriving in Islamabad he is greeted by daddy whom he recognises because he is the only white man in Arrivals. Dad takes him straight to a little shoppe where he is shocked to find papa hitting a water pipe with some great hash. His father calms him by reminding him that different cultures have different customs but then drops an atom bomb on him, "Uh yah laddie, I dint' have time to tell ye' before but we will be carrying 20 kilos of this hash into China, smuggle it across the width of the country to Shanghai, and then smuggle ir into Tokyo." What the fuck?
Nice guy that father is. Abandon your boy when he is just starting school and needing his father the most, then manipulate him at age 22 into muleing 20 keys of hash in a death penalty nation! He tells his son that he has made the crossing many times before and there is never any Customs or Immigration Inspections. What's more he says, should anything ever go wrong he will take full responsibility and the boy will be on his merry way. Seeking approval the boy agrees.
Loading the hash into false bottoms of 2 carry on bags they run out of the professionaly manufactured smuggler bags and amazingly, decide to tear out the bottom of an over the counter bag, plant the hash and sew it back up. As long as noone ever inspects that 3rd bag too closely there should be no problems. Lo and behold, at the crossing the Chinese are going over bags with a finetooth comb. Shitting bricks, they almost keel over when the Chinese guards gruffly order them out of the line and proceed immediately to the front, something that often happens with whites or blacks in Southeast Asia (indeed, Thailand has special lines for foreigners only).
The Chinese border police give the 2 men a going over and suddenly pass them on through. Ecstatic having crossed what they believed was their most formidable obstacle they buy a cabin on a cross country train that will take 6 days to reach Shanghai. Unbelievably, dear old dad rolls joints of hash and not only smokes it on the train, but does so outside their cabin. Standing opposite the window he is smoking a fat joint of hash when a conductor comes through the door into his car!
Looking dumbfounded the father merely looks sheepishly as the conductor puts a finger to his nose and moves the index finger on his other hand as if to say "No no." The Scottsman stamps out the joint and smiles before paranoia gets the best of him and he retires to the cabin. Now, the train is hauling ass through the Gobi Desert near Mongolia. They could have dumped the load and if it was crucial they could conceivably return for it by disembarking at the next station. Do these braniacs do this? Nah, they feed off eachother's paranoia until that same conductor knocks on their cabin door a couple of hours later.
Looking sternly at the father the conductor pantomimes that he wants both the father's ticket AND the hash. Dad believes that the conductor is merely tryting to hustle a bribe, possibly looking to get the hash for his own enjoyment and hands him a few grammes in a baggie he was using as a headstash. The conductor angrily leaves with both the ticket and the stash and now father and son are almost over the edge in a frantic struggle with paranoia.
As the train begins slowing down at a station they decide to take their chances with the 3 bags and make a run for it. At the end of the station platform is a turnstile and a clerk checking that each departing passenger has paid the correct fare. The son gets through without a problem but as the father argues with the clerk over not having his ticket a lot of shouting erupts from the other end of the platform and who would it be but the conductor! Off they go to a Chinese police station.
I will get to the rest in a following entry...
