When I was younger, I was pretty into drugs. It would be hard to exaggerate how much fun I had. I don’t regret much of it, me and the people I cared for never got hurt, sick, or in trouble. But we were definitely exposed to those dangers. And I don’t think my lucky experience is a good example.
The worst part of drugs was that you ended up being “friends” with people you despise, mistrust, and are occasionally afraid of.
similar. I liked the taking of the drugs, but not really the getting of the drugs. Even the “okay” drug dealers were being graded on a curve - maybe compared to other drug dealers they were cool, but they weren’t really cool, you know?
Same. If I told you half of what I’ve done, you’d think nobody could do that much. I regret nothing.
Swansea’s monologue at the end of Mouthwashing sums it up pretty well for me.
spoiler
“I got a collar shirt, mortgage and a credit card.”
“All the things that make a good man.”
“I hoped I could raise my children to be better than their old man.”
“I wanted to believe I was never one setback away from my worst self.”
“But the truth is.”
“Discipline.”
“Drive.”
“Routine.”
“The endless fucking desperation to get shit done.”
“A loving wife? Great kids?”
“Sobriety?”
“I’m telling you.”
“You.”
“Accomplishments I’d been chasing all my life.”
“Never felt as good as I expected when I crossed the finish line.”
“…”
“So now that we’re at the end. Takin’ inventory.”
“Those nights spinning out of my head, sinking into the sofa.”
“Broken glass in my palms. Bleeding dry the funniest thing ever.”
“Old dogs laughing and snarling on a waterbed floor, mocking the moon for daring to show its face.”
“All nausea and wreckage and vomit and ugly cruelty.”
“The only problem in the world an empty bottle.”
“Those were the best days of my life.”
“Yeah.”
“…Those were the best days of my life.”
I ended up getting chased off the roof of my colleges basketball gym, over a suspension walking bridge and through the woods by a security guard and a police officer. I ran to a bar and called a cab back to my dorm and acted like “yo, what’s with all the cop cars?” Thanks to drugs. The next morning my girlfriends twin and their friend, both RAs, asked if we had fun last night. They didn’t know, but they knew.
When I was younger, I was pretty into drugs. It would be hard to exaggerate how much fun I had. I don’t regret much of it, me and the people I cared for never got hurt, sick, or in trouble. But we were definitely exposed to those dangers. And I don’t think my lucky experience is a good example.
The worst part of drugs was that you ended up being “friends” with people you despise, mistrust, and are occasionally afraid of.
similar. I liked the taking of the drugs, but not really the getting of the drugs. Even the “okay” drug dealers were being graded on a curve - maybe compared to other drug dealers they were cool, but they weren’t really cool, you know?
I have two friends that used to say this all the time.
Same. If I told you half of what I’ve done, you’d think nobody could do that much. I regret nothing.
Swansea’s monologue at the end of Mouthwashing sums it up pretty well for me.
spoiler
“I got a collar shirt, mortgage and a credit card.”
“All the things that make a good man.”
“I hoped I could raise my children to be better than their old man.”
“I wanted to believe I was never one setback away from my worst self.”
“But the truth is.”
“Discipline.”
“Drive.”
“Routine.”
“The endless fucking desperation to get shit done.”
“A loving wife? Great kids?”
“Sobriety?”
“I’m telling you.”
“You.”
“Accomplishments I’d been chasing all my life.”
“Never felt as good as I expected when I crossed the finish line.”
“…”
“So now that we’re at the end. Takin’ inventory.”
“Those nights spinning out of my head, sinking into the sofa.”
“Broken glass in my palms. Bleeding dry the funniest thing ever.”
“Old dogs laughing and snarling on a waterbed floor, mocking the moon for daring to show its face.”
“All nausea and wreckage and vomit and ugly cruelty.”
“The only problem in the world an empty bottle.”
“Those were the best days of my life.” “Yeah.”
“…Those were the best days of my life.”
I ended up getting chased off the roof of my colleges basketball gym, over a suspension walking bridge and through the woods by a security guard and a police officer. I ran to a bar and called a cab back to my dorm and acted like “yo, what’s with all the cop cars?” Thanks to drugs. The next morning my girlfriends twin and their friend, both RAs, asked if we had fun last night. They didn’t know, but they knew.