Mr Manifesto
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I've used a fair range of illegal drugs. Didn't get into heroin because I really didn't want to associate with the heroin dealers, who, to me, were a different class of crim to your usual dope dealer. I had a friend who used it occasionally, and he didn't turn into a ranting, staring wizened junky, but it still wasn't really enough incentive for me to try it. Since then, I've seen more than enough junkies stabbing one another in the back, making all kinds of plays, double-crossing, scamming, cheating, cutting corners, you name it. I finally thought, well, how do I know one of these guys isn't going to cut it with borax because they couldn't afford icing sugar and that's all there was in the house?
A lot of people in my year in high school became drug addicts. Most of them were in the same clique. Weird, I thought. Especially because these people were the 'beautiful people', and also the moralisers. One of them bit my head off because I taught my peer support group how to stage dive as a trust exercise. Another ranted and raved at me for smoking. She lost two jobs due to her addiction, and now has to start her life from scratch because no one will hire her in her chosen career path.
How did these people get addicted, I wondered. They were from middle-class families, well educated, mostly no history of abuse (one or two of them would have been diddled by a relative if statistics are anything to go by). Where did they go wrong?
Then I met a friend of mine who was also friends with a lot of the people in the clique in question. I dropped out of high school, so I wasn't aware that the person who introduced them all to heroin was a friend of theirs who hung around with them. Apparently, he had difficulties initially getting them to try heroin (every good junky likes to get his friends hooked: it promotes solidarity, and opens opportunities if you're a dealer, as this person was).
But he finally cracked them by using a classic ego-play: "Only stupid people get addicted to heroin".
I had to love a disingenous statement like that: almost a damned lie, almost the complete truth, not quite enough of either. Perfect for fooling the unwise.
The question these people should have asked, but didn't, was, "How do I know I'm a stupid person?"
A lot of people in my year in high school became drug addicts. Most of them were in the same clique. Weird, I thought. Especially because these people were the 'beautiful people', and also the moralisers. One of them bit my head off because I taught my peer support group how to stage dive as a trust exercise. Another ranted and raved at me for smoking. She lost two jobs due to her addiction, and now has to start her life from scratch because no one will hire her in her chosen career path.
How did these people get addicted, I wondered. They were from middle-class families, well educated, mostly no history of abuse (one or two of them would have been diddled by a relative if statistics are anything to go by). Where did they go wrong?
Then I met a friend of mine who was also friends with a lot of the people in the clique in question. I dropped out of high school, so I wasn't aware that the person who introduced them all to heroin was a friend of theirs who hung around with them. Apparently, he had difficulties initially getting them to try heroin (every good junky likes to get his friends hooked: it promotes solidarity, and opens opportunities if you're a dealer, as this person was).
But he finally cracked them by using a classic ego-play: "Only stupid people get addicted to heroin".
I had to love a disingenous statement like that: almost a damned lie, almost the complete truth, not quite enough of either. Perfect for fooling the unwise.
The question these people should have asked, but didn't, was, "How do I know I'm a stupid person?"