Sunday, April 20, 2008
one of many more
Summer of 2005, I handed my social psychology final in a day late. I had been eating so much Dexedrine that I didn't even know the date. I was going to UWGB, University of Wisconsin, Green Bay. I was an international student. Except I was a resident of the USA, because my mom was working in a hospital. I traveled the world with my mother. She worked in a hospital and that meant I had excellent American health care. I used it as soon as I could. I got myself a psychiatrist and asked for a speed addiction and as fast as I could say amphetamine I had a nice size prescription for the meds. You see in America if you have the money you got the power. My doctor charged something like 300$ a visit, my health care plane was awesome, but a doctor getting paid that well remembers to keep his patients sick. I wanted ADHD because I wanted a drug and he gave it to me. Funny because Canadian doctors always said I showed more symptoms of a Bi polar disorder. They also made sure I was medicated well but bi polar meds make you fat and kind of boring, I liked to be skinny and fun. So I'm in the USA and the semester is over all my International friends (mostly a Latino bunch) were all on their way back home. I was living with my mom in Green Bay. I had some weed dealer friends out there but I also had a Canadian friend who was visiting his mom in Alabama. So I packed up my car and said goodbye to my mom (who was starting to think I was never gonna come back because I only slept like two nights the entire semester and I was in a sever drug induces psychosis) and I popped some more pills and started to make my way to the small town of Heart Sell Alabama. The journey started at like 10pm and I drove the whole night and most of the next day. Alabama lies on the golf of Mexico, Wisconsin boarders lake superior it was a long drive. Most people would have taken at least two days, not me I ate like 150 mg of a triplicate narcotic and made it there in like 20 hours. When I pulled up to my friends house I was a mess. Fucked up from the road and messed up on the drugs. So as I pull up to his mothers boyfriends house I see a cop car, that's how I knew I was at the right place. My friends mother was dating an Alabama state trooper. I was greeted by my friend and a Cop. I was done I hadn't slept in a long time not that that mattered I was sporting an 80mg Dex prescription. 80mg is 8 ten milligram long lasting orange and black capsules. A prescription that size was illegal in Canada. I had a two month supply, over 500 pills. Dexedrine was the same Drug that Elvis and Johnny Cash ate, watch the movie "Walk the line" I was on the same drug. Except my doctor was so good that I never had to cross over to Mexico to get high (like Johnny). So I'm standing there in Alabama listening to my friend talk about how this boyfriend cop guy has let him shoot all these guns. I'm talking bazookas and hand guns and and rifles all that shit. All I wanted to do is play the guitar. The Cop was a very racist man. He also belonged to the army and he liked killing niggers (his term not mine) he was an awful man and even though I was sketched out on drugs I knew this guy was going to hell. He was also excited to go back to Iraq because he was blood thirsty. He scared me but not my friend my friend loved him. My friends mother loved him too, she liked closed minded bigot men, my friend was raised that way (racist), but he had a Canon GL1 at that time a top of the line digital video camera and I wanted him to shoot some footage of me traveling across the continent with over 500 pills of speed. I was ready to die and I wanted to go out with a real BAM. Remember I was diagnosed with the Bi polar.