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"Behind the intials was a metaphor, a delirium tremens, a trembling unfurrowing of the mind's plowshare. The saint whose water can light lamps, the clairovoyant whose lapse in recall is the breath of God, the true paranoid for whom all is organized in spheres joyful or threatening about the central pulse of himself, the dreamer whose puns probe ancient fetid shafts and tunnels of truth all act in the same special relevance to the word, or whatever it is the word is there, buffering, to protect us from." Pynchon, The Crying of Lot 49

Friday, January 25, 2008

Drugs bad--Medicine GOOD!

CBS recently did a study on teens overdosing on prescription drugs. This was discussed as a problem. Teenagers don't know that the drugs they are getting from their parents medicine cabinets are dangerous.

The parents, of course, do and can plan accordingly not to mix their trips. Seriously people, don't take the heroin prescribed by your doctor three times a day unless you know how good you got it. Teenagers think it's going to be like smoking a big bowl and all, because they don't know that you have to be careful with the OTC H. I mean, hell, if you're going to do opium, DO the opium. Don't wash it down with Coors Lite; that's just a recipe for destruction. What you want to do, is move the trip along with that quality Mescaline your grandma's now taking for her jimmie legs. Go ask Alice, man, when her doctor prescribed her something for not being 10 feet tall.

Bottom line? When your doctor reups that prescription he gave you for synthetic morphine to kill the pain of that football injury you got in JV last year, don't take it with the FDA approved methamphetamine your friend is taking for her ADHD--that's a speedball, and speedball's are dangerous...no matter what the talking refrigerator tells you.

2 Comments:

Blogger Blowing Shit Up With Gas said...

My daughter turns into a teenager this May. I guess I should hide the Vicodin I got last week for my wisdom tooth extraction. (Although, truthfully, it didn't work at all. My brother-in-law advised me to wash it down with a few beers & that'd do the trick. But, I went with Advil instead.)

4:53 PM  
Blogger Monstro said...

Yeah, you're posts have been kind of technicolor lately.

7:38 PM  

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