As the recently birthday-ed Christa T. mentioned in a comment on here I do have a couple of other blogs beside this one. However, that’s far from a problem. I like having them. Problems do arise, however, when I have an idea for something and can’t decide where to put it. What goes where? I think I’m going to start making specific lists. When I get an idea, before I write one word, I’m going to be like a lil’ editor and “assign” that story to a specific blog.

So what that means is the Cocaine story goes here.

OK, if you’ve ever heard me talk about it then you know how much I hate both cocaine and cocaine culture. (The line that actor Steve Coogan says in 24 Hour Party People about cocaine being a “suits drug; a destroyer of talent” is my sentiment exactly. Of course in the movie Coogan, playing Factory Records founder/owner Tony Wilson, proceeds in short order to have a years long cocaine binge. But, whatever, he was still correct in his original assessment.)

I’ve lived in Athens a long time. During this time I’ve seen cocaine come and go in fashion and for the last few years it’s been back rather hard.

Ever been in a room full of people coked up? It’s like being at the epicenter of a jittery, sweaty, self-aggrandized and impotent human earthquake. You can always tell when people are coked up, too. At least I can. Most of the time.

I went to a party last night (Saturday July 21, 2007) and some kid starts talking to me and says he’s seen me around.He tells me he’s just moved to Athens. Then he asks me if all I do is drink (which is, of course, not all I do as in “all I ever do is drink” but what he meant was , um, “what else do you do for recreation that involves messing with your body’s chemistry”). I told him that earlier I had taken some aspirin and occasionally throw some Icy/Hot on my back.

He tells me he’s trying to get some people to all go in on buying some coke. That’s when I just go off, completely calm of course, and tell this kid who is dressed in a black t-shirt, ponytail and lip ring that cocaine is a Studio 54, yuppie, disco asshole drug and I can’t stand to be around it or anyone doing it. He’s all like “different strokes for different folks, man” and that’s when I pretty much tell him to stroke himself elsewhere.

Note to everyone: there’s always a chance that this guy was a narc and I just became an unwitting spokesperson for the local D.A.R.E. program. Who knows? Keep in mind that when a stranger starts randomly talking to you about the purchase of hard drugs the best thing you can do is walk away. Rule of thumb: never, never, never talk to a stranger in any way that would make it sound like you’re interested in buying any of his goods. Ever. Period.

On the flip side (do any of you remember what a flip side is? MP3s ain’t got ‘em. if you need help feel free to send an inquiry to gordon.lamb@kindercore.com and I’ll set you straight) I also don’t care one iota what drugs you wanna take. I’m pretty much for the legalization of all drugs . That’s not the point of this. Legal issues aside, cocaine is still a drug for sleazeballs ,con-men, gangsters, disco dancers and yuppies.

And if you still think that drug choice is simply a matter of cultural difference then all I can say is that this is a case where intolerance is a total plus in my book.

Happy Sunday, everybody.

Posted by admin on 22 Jul 2007 at 02:38 pm

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