Hindsight is 20/20 part 1 (604 hits)
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Submitted by your_arse_is_hanging_out (View user info) at 2005-07-06 15:18:32 EDT
Mom. She did everything for him, and he knew how to make her do what he wanted. As much as she didn't know, he kept it under wraps pretty good. They'd never think of it. They never knew. Tara suspected he was on drugs. She even asked him specifically when a friend of a friend told her he was on Heroin. He denied it up and down, and got enraged. Then hunted the friend of a friend down.
Dad. Irish Catholic, Divorced, 48, living with his parents and on methadone for 20 years. Never did heroin in his life. He was addicted to codeine, and got in trouble for writing himself prescriptions 20 years ago--they put him on methadone. It tore our family unit apart. Union electrician, could have made so much. All he made was a drowsy half alive person when he was on that shit. Barely got by. All four of the children saw this struggle, and Skyler chose to go the other way.
Skyler's crystal blue eyes and blonde hair had a way of wooing the ladies. Tara as the "little sister" never understood this. But her friend Monika, punky and beautiful, dated Skyler. The intelligence and charm Skyler possessed was warm and inviting. He was a funny mother fucker.
The events leading up to Halloween 2003 were gradual.
A young man at 17, with a 8 1/2 inch mohawk. Tara colored it all different colors. Skyler had always had marched to the beat of his own drum. Then filled with hate. Joined the Chicago Mafia Skinheads. For a sense of kinship? Belonging? Finally after a drunken night, and almost killing the leader of the skinheads, Skyler got out. And put his family in danger. After that happened, he constantly lived in fear and paranoia of the revenge.
It died down after a while.
Skyler was controlling his habit. Hell--he even stopped for the better part of a year after one of his "friends" overdosed. But started again, the beast was too good to stay away from.
He dropped out of alternative school. He was so damned smart. So much potential. Stupid for not utilizing it.
Never had a steady job, yet scammed his way to support his habit. No one really knows the extent.
Halloween 2003.
"Mom?"
"Yes, Skyler, what's wrong?"
"I'm at the Hanover Park police station."
He was young and in a world of shit.
18 times a day he penetrated his skin with the needle.
Sick of this. Searching for that thrill at the expense of stealing, cheating, manipulating and hurting the ones he loved.
Caught with a needle and two bags of heroin.
Heroin????????!?!!!????
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Submitted by Berty (user info) at 2005-07-07 06:36:52 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
It misses the point of drug abuse by just a shade. People aren't stupid, they know what they are doing to themselves when they shoot up. It's a form of self harm, even suicide. Everyone knows this, it's not a complicated fact, but it's difficult for 'survivors' to confront because it means there was a problem that they were not able to resolve. Now that's a story right there.
In hindsight that's actually your intention isn't it? I'm a douche. Ignore me.
Submitted by simple_catalyst (user info) at 2005-07-06 15:28:44 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
"I don't know just where I'm going
But I'm gonna try for the kingdom, if I can
'cause it makes me feel like I'm a man
When I put a spike into my vein
And I'll tell ya, things aren't quite the same
When I'm rushing on my run
And I feel just like jesus' son
And I guess that I just don't know
And I guess that I just don't know
I have made the big decision
I'm gonna try to nullify my life
'cause when the blood begins to flow
When it shoots up the dropper's neck
When I'm closing in on death
And you can't help me not, you guys
And all you sweet girls with all your sweet silly talk
You can all go take a walk
And I guess that I just don't know
And I guess that I just don't know
I wish that I was born a thousand years ago
I wish that I'd sail the darkened seas
On a great big clipper ship
Going from this land here to that
In a sailor's suit and cap
Away from the big city
Where a man can not be free
Of all of the evils of this town
And of himself, and those around
Oh, and I guess that I just don't know
Oh, and I guess that I just don't know
Heroin, be the death of me
Heroin, it's my wife and it's my life
Because a mainer to my vein
Leads to a center in my head
And then I'm better off and dead
Because when the smack begins to flow
I really don't care anymore
About all the jim-jim's in this town
And all the politicians makin' crazy sounds
And everybody puttin' everybody else down
And all the dead bodies piled up in mounds
'cause when the smack begins to flow
Then I really don't care anymore
Ah, when the heroin is in my blood
And that blood is in my head
Then thank God that I'm as good as dead
Then thank your God that I'm not aware
And thank God that I just don't care
And I guess I just don't know
And I guess I just don't know"
-Velvet Underground
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2005-07-06 15:25:40 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
OK.
Now, rewrite this, and make it into a STORY, OK?
Submitted by Xcuses (user info) at 2005-07-06 15:24:16 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Interesing read...not sure what to make of it
Submitted by NotSteve (user info) at 2005-07-06 15:24:15 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
mmmmmmmmmmm, heroin.