evanescent
On heroin I think that everything I do is innocent and full of love and I have a yearning to bond with humanity and I am relaxed and serene and focused and am frank and am caring and make so many y friends (who dwindle away and who do not make it). At the time I discover dope I also discover a newfound awareness of who I hate and that person is me. I start outlining, writing and promoting a new biography called “Life of Stank”. This endeavor is not going over well with the few sincere friends of mine. I promise those few sincere friends of mine that I am clean again and my life continues on, blessed by a lie that an award winning novel/screenplay is forth coming.
Weeks crawl by.
I’ve made little progress on the book. I have delved so deep into the material that I cannot tell the difference between the romantic lie and the factious truth.
On a business trip to San Fran I am found by a metro cop, in the back of a service elevator of a BART elevator, picking at nonexistent scabs.
On a subsequent business trip to New Jersey, I am found by a client allegedly encouraging a Doberman pinscher to perform cunnilingus on a passed out Beastie Boy groupie (I convinced her I was Mike D) behind a Borders book store. When said animal failed to show interest in said groupie i, apparently, punched the animal in the face and received several bites that required medical attention.
On the tail end of this business trip, while in Maine I locked myself in an employee bathroom. Despite repeated attempts to coax me out of said bathroom, I emerged hours later screaming “I HAVE A SNAKE IN MY MOUTH”. Authorities were called, the remainder is a blur although I believe a young yeshiva student was repeatedly groped and fondled during the subsequent incarceration.