An addict’s memoir/message about how we should mandate rehab vs handing out free needles. How briefly jailing and forcing him into sober living made him turn his life around, knowing how enabled he was by himself, people in his life pre- and post-homeless. He asserts this issue doesn’t fall into any politically convenient party answer as everyone’s out to make a buck, taking the word of “expert”s (FDA says Oxy is non-habit forming) or soft do-gooders or not realizing how the problem starts so young and even when it seems addressed properly, it takes many tries to get clean and even rehabs or asylums over-medicate people to keep them less annoying.
Heard this guy on Matt & Shane’s Secret Pod, wish he read it himself though this Audible narrator isn’t bad. Smoking crack on Skid Row was his bag but he’s been to all the major cities, doing heroin and meth. It was there he’d see people kill and rape each other without consequence the most as cops kept away. Lot at first is Cali stats on corruption of allegedly well-meaning systems.
His parents, Eastern Bloc Jew blue-collar, were addicted to heroin and there’s a second semi secret fam drama, making him feel more attention-starved. Some extended fam got addicted while fighting in Vietnam. His mom ODs maybe intentionally when he’s in high school, claims raped at 8, so self-medicates until schitzo. Dad started using at 13 and used functionally for a surprising amount of yrs. He wanted his son to go to college and that’s part of why he sold drugs but soon just did the drugs himself.
It’s ironic he thinks his once-loving parents were just emaciated stoners always involved in fender benders. The paranoid dad would screw and unscrew his boarded basement door every day. The kid gets dozens of pets like Guinea pigs, using their guilt against them. Feeding into their psychosis, guarding perimeters armed. He thinks he’ll never be like them but wants to escape, going to parties, drinking, smoking, and doing pills he assumes must be far safer as they come from drs who easily give out.
“Nothing’s slower than a tweaker in a hurry.” Sayings like that and some knack for writing and callback clarifications or foreshadowing make this voice truly unique without being loud.
He goes to the Occupy Wall Street protests after becoming a wastoid at college, finding this a good place to tent and cop good meth. He steals delivery bikes, sells fake drugs on Craigslist (Ibuprofen, sleep aids), gets tens of thousands of dollars worth of medical treatment for free on his constant infections and “lasagna feet.” He lies to himself uppers are fine compare to h, becomes a ride-along often of dealers to sustain his habit.
I’m surprised so many are willing to share their drugs, but they’re lonely and need a friend like the author. What started the spiral to begin with for everyone. He gets help from friends and rich fam “to kick” at many stages. Including a Christian dude who was in same boat on Xmas. Glad he’s aware how much he screwed up and took advantage of people so selfishly/spoiled over and over. Cushy rehabs and meals and care normal people would have to pay so much for or never experience even if they did everything right and never got on drugs.
At the worst points in his addiction, after many golden opportunities to quit, he links up with a fellow methhead paranoid he stole her phone, so she ties him up naked, stuffs in a suitcase, and gets friends to threaten to human traffic him. Wiggling out of that with talk of cops and news stories, he continues to buy drugs. His dealers even have their tiny kids sell for them!
Once he’s finally jailed (he’s busted like three times but just in and out w/ crazy legal leniency), he has to hide he’s Jewish among white supremacists. Since it’s de facto to join, they’re weirdly affectionate but all rules that say you can still be friendly with other races but not too much cuz they don’t want race riot to break out as an excuse when one person does something wrong.
There’s also rules about beating people if they’re not hygienic enough. So funny the swastika guys are like “Hey, calm down about that race shit” and turn out not to be “half-breeds” of whatever and even happy their friend comes out so they can eat his kosher meatballs. He sells such to make money there. It’s not the 10k he could pull easy scheming on streets for dope money, but jobs give him purpose anywhere. Make him less suicidal like writing this book and getting clean with connections w/ sober people.