You know what they say about things coming in threes - it's only because we notice it when more stuff is going wrong. 3 is a good number, it is prime, it is solid, dependable. It makes sense that we should like to put things in threes.
I've been helping a couple of my old pals get off the gear this week. Again. One has finally come back from living abroad (he moved away to run from it, but you can't hide from yourself now can you?); he went into treatment this morning for a couple of months, thank fuck. It's taken 4 or 5 years for him to make that decision. I take my hat off to him. Not an easy decision to make, even though it seems like it should be the most obvious one in the world. Addiction = fear. He was trapped in Singapore for years, which is about as drug free as you get; but ended up on the sauce and get prescription meds form his doc; addiction is addiction, doesn't matter what you're putting inside. It's a very dark place to be. The world, your thinking and perspectives, they all become warped by its gravitational pull.
My other friend has done a geographical - moved away from his marriage, his kid, moved to London because he had to get out. Now. And he did, It was Sid n Nancy at their house; a black hole. He's doing well so far, but it takes a lot more than that and I can't give him the 24/7 he needs. He should be in treatment too, but he's a stubborn fucker. You have to throw yourself into being clean like you did the drugs; and that's pretty intense. But that's one thing addicts are pretty good at - jumping into things with reckless abandon.
I've known them both for years; they are very good friends. They are both amazing funny creative people. They are both burnt out shells and I'm about the only person that will still have it with them. Nobody wants to know. You're clean, yeah whatever, tell me that in a month, a year then we'll talk. But of course it never gets that far.
I hope they make it this time. I always do. We never know how many chances we're going to get; death is a waking reality, the horror of addiction without death even more real. I lost my oldest, best friend just over a year ago and he was just dabbling, his second or third time. A bad accident, that's all. Shit happens. Not always in threes.
I've been helping a couple of my old pals get off the gear this week. Again. One has finally come back from living abroad (he moved away to run from it, but you can't hide from yourself now can you?); he went into treatment this morning for a couple of months, thank fuck. It's taken 4 or 5 years for him to make that decision. I take my hat off to him. Not an easy decision to make, even though it seems like it should be the most obvious one in the world. Addiction = fear. He was trapped in Singapore for years, which is about as drug free as you get; but ended up on the sauce and get prescription meds form his doc; addiction is addiction, doesn't matter what you're putting inside. It's a very dark place to be. The world, your thinking and perspectives, they all become warped by its gravitational pull.
My other friend has done a geographical - moved away from his marriage, his kid, moved to London because he had to get out. Now. And he did, It was Sid n Nancy at their house; a black hole. He's doing well so far, but it takes a lot more than that and I can't give him the 24/7 he needs. He should be in treatment too, but he's a stubborn fucker. You have to throw yourself into being clean like you did the drugs; and that's pretty intense. But that's one thing addicts are pretty good at - jumping into things with reckless abandon.
I've known them both for years; they are very good friends. They are both amazing funny creative people. They are both burnt out shells and I'm about the only person that will still have it with them. Nobody wants to know. You're clean, yeah whatever, tell me that in a month, a year then we'll talk. But of course it never gets that far.
I hope they make it this time. I always do. We never know how many chances we're going to get; death is a waking reality, the horror of addiction without death even more real. I lost my oldest, best friend just over a year ago and he was just dabbling, his second or third time. A bad accident, that's all. Shit happens. Not always in threes.
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I hope your friends make it though, it must be so hard but having someone like you to support them must make it easier. Your so much to have seen FOTC live, I would have loved that, fingers crossed they come back at some point!