What? Nothing! You're crazy, leave me alone!
"Seriously what's that on your arm?"
Knock it off! Go back to what you're doing.
She saw my track marks. There was no hiding it, she saw them. So instead I react with anger, borderline violence. If I'm angry she'll stop, she'll leave me alone, she won't ask about it again. She didn't know what it was, because she has no idea that using leaves those marks on me.
Hi, my name is Barney, and I have a problem. I'm an addict. My D.O.C.? Ice. I am addicted to ice. I can't drink anything without putting ice in it, and I can't let anyone know I'm doing it. That party Saturday night? The reason my speech was slurred was not my drinking habits, it was the piece of ice I tucked in my cheek numbing my tongue. The reason I wouldn't walk away from the fridge was so I could sneak some ice out of the freezer when you turned your head.
When the Journalism instructor told us we were all going to become druggie addicts this weekend, I though to myself, "Wow, she really doesn't have much faith in us, does she?" Then she explained the class assignment. We were all to become addicted to ice cubes. Thirst and the need to drink would become our craving for our "drug" and the rule was that every time we drank something, it needed to have a cube in it... catch is, no one can know about it. We wore rubber bands with attached paper clips on our arms to signify track marks, which we wanted nobody to see, of course.
I fought with my girlfriend, I stole from work, I hid cubes in my roommate's mini-fridge, then had to sneak around behind everyone's back to get them.
Becoming an addict and living the life of hiding, sneaking, and theft was an interesting couple of days. Even when I had other things to do, all I could think of was ice. Where was I going to get more? What would I drink out of that no one would see into? What is a good enough lie to tell everyone around me?
Tell your children, say no to ice.
~~Thought for the Day~~
"You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your f***ing khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world."
~Tyler Durden, Fight Club
Until next time, stay awesome.
~B
omg I know! There's so much planning involved in being a junkie. I was constantly thinking about how I was going to hide my addiction from people. That's hilarious about your gf asking. When my bf asked me why I wouldn't drink the bottle of soda he forced me to buy (b/c I was drinking fountain and kept having to stop to use the stupid bathroom every 20 miles) I immediately got defense but instead of being angry, I just faked having a headache and pretended to go to sleep haha!!
ReplyDeleteWell, I just knew that if I went to anger, she wouldn't question.
ReplyDeleteKeep up on the blog once in a while so we can keep in touch.
ReplyDeleteGood luck in the future, Awesome!
Yes, Ma'am, and same to you. I'd like to know what the Adjunct Instructor of the Year for the 2009-2010 School Year is doing with herself.
ReplyDeleteSeriously, thank you for everything, Goddess. You truly did deserve that award, and I don't know if they gave you a copy of the nomination letter, but every word of it was truth.