Drugs

I haven't written in this place for quite some time, so I thought I would revisit with some new doses of word. I guess I can talk about some things going on in my life right now. I have been tearing through books. Last week I read Artie Lange's book Too Fat to Fish. I liked it, but it was not what I expected. I expected funny; I read sad. That guy has been through some tough shit. But the whole thing left me a bit unsympathetic for him. The guy had repeated problems with drugs and things, and I understand that. It's really a tough position drug addicts put people in. How the hell can you stand there and watch someone completely destroy him or herself without being destroyed yourself. Then, inevitably, the person comes to you for help, and it is impossible to say no to a loved one. Fortunately I have never been in a position where a loved one needs this type of help, and although I have some big drinkers in my family, nobody has ever gotten really bad. But if I did, I think I would help that person, but only if he or she gave up whatever drug was the problem. Probably easier said than done, obviously, but from everything I have seen and read and experienced, the only time one can really kick a habit is if the desire comes from an internal place. Few people quit crack (I have no stats to back this up, but I assume it is true) because of court orders or family cutting them off. Usually, I think you have to hit rock bottom to feel the need to give up something. You need to lift your head up from something bad and say, "Wow. My life sucks. SUCKS. I need to stop this." When the inspiration stems from the inner self, and does not lie rooted in an external patch, the will to stop becomes more powerful. And the likelihood to succeed improves.