“It’s hard to be all you can be, with junk jammed up in your energy. It’s hard to walk in dignity, with throw up on your shoes.” – Michael Stipe
So I know I run long. It’s a pill, I get it. However, as my dad use to say, “If you gotta eat shit, best not to nibble.” Now strap in, and let me take you on a guided tour of current events in dope, as seen through the eyes of the fourth estate. md
Junkies and their mischief have have been prominently featured in the news as of late. In Hollywood, they say “any press is good press”, and I suspect their right. This first insanity , I caught off N.P.R. in Boone. It was an interview with a lady who was identified as an expert in the field of addiction, who was also “in recovery” from some vague substance abuse issues which we, the listeners, were assured was” as bad as it gets.” “Ok. You now have my attention” I said out loud. “Teach me something.”
In a deceptively sweet voice, the women launched into a near psychotic rant about her belief that the government should make methadone and suboxone available at low to no charge to anyone who wanted it. She went on to explain that junkies who get on one of these “maintenance medications”, quit using recreational drugs, get jobs, take care of their children and contribute to society. Then, as if that’s not enough, she tells us that these drugs don’t get them high. Which, according to her, is perfectly fine with the junkies, because these drugs work so well, that the addicts no longer crave any alteration of their consciousness. I sat with that for a moment, just letting it sink in. Once I was centered, I focused all my telekenetic powers and launched into a tyraid of profanity as I projected a death ray of chi, like a bullshit seeking missile that would follow the radio waves back to their source, causing her head to explode so violently that Charlie Manson would detect a slight vibration reverberating throughout his 8 by 10 foot cell in the basement of Pelican Bay prison in upstate Cali.
This fantasy that drugs are the junkies salvation, is not only false, it’s dangerous. This shit gets sold to addicts by a similar narrative. It goes like this, “You won’t feel high, but you won’t crave drugs either. You pay like $15.00 a day. Drop the dose around 6: 00 AM and your good for the next 24 through 48 hours . No withdrawals. No spending the rest of the day chasing dope. 15 dollars and you become just another regular person. To a junkie that sounds like a cool way out. Briefly. But reality, as is often the case, is a bit more complicated. My first thought was, “I’ve never known a using junkie whose goal in life was to become “just another regular person.” Even at the marginal cost of 15.00 a day. The second was her conviction that these drugs don’t get you high, which is perfectly fine with junkies, because this witchcraft works so well, they no longer crave any alteration of their consciousness. WHAT? Junkies suck air as a secondary physical process. Given a choice between breathing or getting high, well, there’s a lot of dead junkies. I can personally name quite a number off the top of my head. If methadone did not get you high, it would have gone the way of the Neanderthals in short order. On the streets, methadone sells for between one to two dollars a milligram. Different states have different maximum doses allowed by law. In Georgia, it’s been 12o milligrams for some time, and may be higher by now. If you have clean drug screens, you can receive up to 30 take home doses and only come to the clinic once a month. That raises the potential for a lot of loose cash. I’m hearing methadone advocates saying, “But hold on, we can and do call them at random times and they have 24 hours to bring in all the doses they should have. One bottle short and they go back to daily.” I have gone through this inspection on a number of occasions. Any junkie that can’t fuck with a paper seal to extract the dope, then refill it with cherry koolaid, simply doesn’t deserve to name themselves among our kind. That’s a skill you need weather your selling your doses or not. Taking multiple doses a day is standard operational procedure for dope fiends. Of course that means it’s back to the street towards the end of the month. No problem. As I said the profit margin for methadone is crazy. Sell off a few doses and buy enough scag to see yourself through. Drug screens? We don’t fear no stinking drug screens. My God, the technology for beating the most advanced drug detection systems in the world can be had for thirty dollars from hundreds of sources, many from people in the clinic parking lot, others from the internet.
“You should take drugs to keep you off drugs.” Speaks for itself. Fact is, if the drugs your taking to get you off other drugs were not more potent, what’s the point? Here’s some Junkie mythology. Almost any addict that has been a regular methadone patient, will tell you methadone was created by the Nazi war machine to feed their need for a morphine substitute, when the supply chain ran into problems. They say the Nazi medics could take a guy with his arm shot off, dose him with 100mg’s of methadone, tie off the stump, then send his narced up ass back into the fight. Super soldiers kind of thing. True? I don’t know and it doesn’t matter. The point is junkies on methadone believe it. Dr. C. G Jung said that myths within a culture carry truths in the language of symbols. What does it say about methadone that people who take it believe it floated downstream from the heart of darkness? It says everything you need to know about what that shit does to you. Heroin withdrawals are a vacation to the South of France compared to the Turkish prison of methadone. I know of what I speak. I was on methadone for around 20 years. Longest lasting, best buzz on the market. Holy God people, this drug is legal. One more thing. All the members of my tribe that died, (which is all but me) had methadone in their system. Other things as well, but methadone was present in every case. It also bears noting that my only head on collision with the D.E.A. came from me attending different methadone clinics under different names. Would have gone on till it killed me, if one of the counselors had not switched clinics. She knew me as Kelly, they knew me as Michael. Oh dear. Oddly enough, the D.E.A. agents were actually funny when the clinic people were out of the room. One said “Oh my God! A junkie figured out a way to beat the system and get more methadone. Let’s stop the fucking presses.” The lady agent said, “Michael, could I have bought a dose of that shit from you for a thousand dollars?” “Fuck no” I said. I can get toasted on i20 mg’s of methadone. I’d have to work to find a thousand bucks worth of something else.” “Bird in the hand?” asked the man agent. “Correct sir.” I said. “Are you gonna take me to jail?” Both laughed. “First time we’ve come across this.” lady narc said. “Technically not against the law, but now that the doors open, we’ll probably see 20 cases a day. Besides, your being kicked off from all the clinics your attending. Your going to suffer a long and painful death. Jail would just be kicking you while your down. ” Even the D.E.A. knows methadone sux. But they did put the fear of God in me. But God is just not scary enough. Junkies are generally not afraid of anything that’s not going to happen in the next hour or so. I was fairly convinced the Lord was not coming all this way to smite me for coping methadone in a shady, if not outright illegal, fashion. I started at a new clinic the next morning.
So enough of that. Let’s talk about suboxone, which also travels by the name subutex, among others. “No, no, no. This is a new drug called suboxone. Nothing like methadone Michael” my psychiatrist told me. I had just been released from a 30 day vacation in Spalding county lock up, where I went cold turkey off a three to four hundred milligram a day methadone habit. I had prayed to die. Long story short, suboxone was methadone’s evil twin, who dressed better, and was new to town. Took me a while to figure it out though.
The psychiatrist I trusted switched me from methadone to suboxone. “It’s a new age.” he told me. “No high, no sick, tons of energy and mood elevation.” “When you want to come off, we step it down for a month or two and your done.” He put me on 16mg’s a day and off I went. I was sick as hell for the first three weeks. Lived my life between the bed and the couch. Once I got use to it, things seemed fine. Good mood, tons of energy. One morning, after I had been on it for years, my daughter called me and told me turn on channel 2. I did, just in time to see the good doc being dragged from his office by the D.E.A. He was accused of killing 36 people with drugs they didn’t need. As of now, he is charged with 3 counts of murder and some number of counts for improper prescription dispensing without due cause. My supply lines disrupted, I was sick for six months everyday. then another year with P.A.W.S. Post acute withdrawal syndrome. Incompacatating sickness that comes in waves several times a day. Federal law states that doctors who have a special license to write scripts for Suboxone can only carry 100 suboxone patients on their case load. Obama is raising that number to 200 , so more addicts can have access to this intervention. YEA!!
Suboxone sells on the streets for around twenty bucks a pill, yet we are assured it does not get you high. Junkies won’t pay five bucks a pop for percodan because it takes too many to get a buzz. So we should trust these do gooders, when they say suboxone has no psychoactive effects. I would like to ask N.P.R. lady, and the President, to do a couple of things. One- pick several methadone clinics in your area and get your ass up, go sit in the parking lot at 5:30 a.m., till they close at 10:00 am. It’s a fucking open air drug market. 2. Put yourself on one of these drugs for one year then quit. Then tell me again that these people don’t get high, or that most, or even half of these people are working, taking care of their kids and being productive citizens. If you can survive the withdrawals without blowing your brains out. Do that and we’ll talk. md
This came off my local radio station while I was driving my son to the store.
When I was using heroin, once in a while we would hear about people cutting the scag with fentanyl. This was cause for celebration within our ranks. Fentanyl is a fairly new narcotic on the streets. Only takes a smidgen to wipe you out. Cheaper than heroin, it’s now being used to boost volume and potency of street scag. We spent days trying to track down this mixture. Sometimes we did and sometimes we didn’t, but the effort was worth it. It’s like cutting TNT with weapons grade uranium. Much more bang for your buck. Most of the dealers I knew, would get a gram or two of fentanyl and use it to cut ounces of high grade heroin, then they could add in filler like baby laxative and double their profits. Hard as I tried, I could never get them to just sell me the fentanyl without the heroin. So, I switched to creating my own scripts for fentanyl, and started copping it from Kroger pharmacies. (I carried on with this for years, until another personnel change tripped me up. A pharmacist from store A, which I had scored from earlier in the day, went to work a second shift at Kroger B, where I came in about 6:00 to get another script filled. Narcotics officers arrived within minutes.)
When I worked for an Atlanta crisis rehab center, I got a call and went to a guys house. To my utter amazement, he was in possession of several cases of fentanyl transdermal patches, made for people who were dying of cancer, who could no longer take meds orally. I quickly convinced him I needed to destroy it, so it didn’t get into the hands of the wrong people, or give him an easy out by o.d. So being the guy I am I loaded the fentanyl into the backseat of my car, along with some 10,000 tablets of 100mg blue morphine, and several hundred 4mg dilaudid (hydromorphone) The next day, I was working in a hospital E.R. assessing crazy people. I had made friends with one of the er docs, so I asked him how many 100 mg duragesic patches it would take to kill somebody. He thought a minute and said ” I think L.D. 50 (lethal dose for at least 50% of people who take it) is like 200mg’s. So I’d say three patches and their dead.” I had 8 strapped around my abdomen, held in place by duct tape.
So my boy and I are on the way to the store, when I flipped the radio on and we caught this story. 85 kilos of pure fentanyl was confiscated from the back of an old pick up rolling down I-75 which about 30 miles from my house. 85 kilos of 100% pure fentanyl. That’s enough narcotic to get everyone on the east coast knocked out for days. I mean it’s a shit load. They traced it back to Mexico and the carteals. Turns out these boys have learned to cook up their own batches of this stuff. The fact that these chemists in Mexico can now make their own should scare the fuck out of everybody. Think of it like a very large and well organized group of nut job terrorists learning to make hydrogen bombs out of water balloons. You may recall that this was the dope the Russians weaponized and employed against the Cheznian rebels, who had taken several hundred hostages in a theater. When the rebels began killing their captives, the good boys of Speznatz took action. They dumped an unknown amount of fentanyl, that had been converted into aresol, into the ventilation system. It was extremely effective. When they stormed the theater, almost everyone was unconscious, both rebels and civilians. Success beyond hope. At first glance at least. As medical teams started evacuating the hostages, they discovered people were dying by the dozens from over dose. Killed pretty much everyone. The rain fell on the just and the unjust alike.There’s a whole new day dawning my children. It’s cheap to make, and a little goes a very long way. There was 85 kilos of it passing within a few miles of my house in Georgia. This was not the only truck full of that dope on the roads of America that day.
I’m thinking, give it a year, and your kid will be able to buy a dose of fentanyl from the lunch lady. You think pain pills and heroin are causing a fuss, you ain’t seen nothing yet. Mark my words, this drug has game changing potential. Kick in the fact that few people on the streets have any idea of the overdose potential (as witnessed by the skyrocketing O.D.rates for heroin cut with it) and “Houston, we have a problem”, becomes dead air. Believe me folks, this will be more destructive than Godzilla strolling through downtown Tokyo. The best, cleanest, more powerful narcotic ever invented is about to get it’s big moment on stage. We’ll all be pining away for the good old days when oxycontin was killing kids by the basket full. People are going to die with this shit. Already are. Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends.
MEXICAN CARTELS- BETWEEN THE CORNER OF HEALTH AND HAPPINESS
Mexico. Beautiful white sand beaches. Drunk kids on spring break. Danny what’s his name, the mean ass looking Mexican bad guy actor, that sweats cool. Those guys with the sequined suits and hats that wander to and fro playing that God aweful music with horns. Mireachi? Something like that? Donkey shows, and let’s not forget the drug cartels. I’m sure there’s some good people involved, but maybe not. These guys are psychopaths on jet fuel. Do not doubt me. Once you have endeavored to set people on fire during the course of your employment, there really is no going back. Tiajunna is now the official murder capitol of the world. These folks will cut off parts of your body, slide a tire over your head soaked in gasoline, light it and go out for breakfast. No country for old men. So we know that. What most don’t know is that many of the pills people are popping from North Carolina to Washington state, originate in the border towns of sunny Mexico. For example, an 80 mg tablet of oxycontin will cost you around $80 to $100 bucks in Kentucky. Cross the southern border and any pharmacy you can find (which will be almost every other store front), will sell you as many as you want for around twenty bucks a pop. Load um up boys! we’re heading north. The more you buy, the cheaper they come.
Mexico has pharmaceuticle depensing laws on the books that state you must have a valid script from an M.D. to get drugs from a pharmacy. But like many things in that economically strapped country, these laws are more of a recommendation than an actual must do. So now we have lines stretching around the block at these places, filled with people from all over the United States buying dope at wholesale cost. There are actual busses traveling under the guise of look see tourist trips, which are just a front for the great pill migration. Think about it. Sixty dollar per pill profit. If you cop 100 tabs there, you can pull up a tidy profit of $6,000 bucks per trip, twice a month, (if my admittedly poor math is correct). You don’t even have to worry about the border cops. The pills are in your suitcase. Not hidden in some secret compartment that opens by the mirror adjustment button. Just a bus load of sightseers glad to be back on U.S. dirt. “Nothing to see here boys. This? Why this is just my medications sir. Cheaper to buy them in Mexico in bulk.” Cops understand these situations. Shit, he probably buys his wife’s xanax the same way.
From the Griffin Daily News
SMILE, YOUR IN GRIFFIN GEORGIA. “MORE THAN 60 SUSPECTS WERE SERVED WITH OVER 200 ARREST WARRENTS FOLLOWING A MONTHS LONG UNDERCOVER OPERATION BY THE SPALDING COUNTY NARCOTICS TASK FORCE CODENAMED “OPERATION SHUTTIN’ ‘EM DOWN” in Griffin , Ga.”
The wrath of the Lord descended on my small town Friday morning, leaving no rock unturned in the relentless search of druggies looking to spread their poison across our fair city. “Operation Shuttin’ ‘Em down”, (The people who name these operations should have to take classes in the proper naming of large scale round ups.) I’m thinking something along the lines of “Operation You Fucked Up”, or something equally ball twisting. Because as we all know, nobody has shut down anything. The Griffin, Georgia drug trade will solider on. The biggest shock to me was that I didn’t know a single one of them. Not one. I should be happy and I guess I am, but it just seems like I have become totally disenfranchised from the world of dope. But, truth is, I’ve never done business in this town. Sure, I cracked a script of two, but crack has never been my cup of tea. So ok. Let’s be honest.I’m trying to get the stats but I’m willing to bet sight unseen that these caseloads are chock a block full of street level crack , methamphetamine and nickel bag weed dealers, mostly from the “flats”. The black housing neighborhoods.
I have been slow to jump on the “War on Drugs’ is racist bandwagon, but the statistics are hard to argue against. I’m not a numbers guy, so I look at the big picture. Studies show that blacks and whites use drugs at very simular rates, yet you are many more times likely to be stopped and searched if your young and black. You are more likely to be arrested for possession. You are more likely to do more jail time before your trial and your more likely to be sentenced to prison if convicted. Go to jail sometime and look around. I have. Many times. I was always in the racial minority in every jail in which I’ve had the pleasure to find myself. I realize this is not proof, but proof is there if you want to take the time to look.
BANARD NOBEL, P.O.W. IN THE WAR ON DRUGS
This brings us to a man named Banard Nobel. Banard is in prison in Louisiana. He has served around five years of a 14.5 year sentence. His crime? He was riding his bike down the street, when two cops thought he looked suspicious. They stopped him, detained him, and they arrested him when they found two joints in his shirt pocket. Now Barnard was no angel, he had been arrested twice before. Both previous arrest were also non violent drug violations. Both were from the nineties. His first judge gave him 6 years in county lock up. The D.A. was pissed so he took it to another judge who agreed with the first Judge and reconfirmed his sentence of 5 years. Several judges later the D.A. filed Barnard’s case under the 3 strikes rule. This took any sentencing discretion from the Judge and gave it to the D.A., who overturned Barnards sentence and conferred a new sentence of 14.five years. He has lost three appeals, based on the punishment being grossly harsher than the crime. Cruel and unusual. Even Obama refused to commute his sentence. Problem is, Barnard is not alone. There are thousands of men and women in prison across the country, but especially in the south, who are serving long prison time for bullshit charges involving pot.
In comparison, I have been arrested 15 times or so throughout Georgia. Three of my arrests were felonies related to obtaining false prescriptions or using false ordering numbers to procure narcotic schedule 2 medications. My sentence for the last one, which should have qualified me for habitual offender status , was 30 days in county lock up and five years probation. That does not make sense. Come on people. ` This is our country and we’re allowing ambitious D.A.’s who must run for re-election on an anti tolerance platform to dictate to Judges what sentences to hand down. Did I miss the part where the D.A.s were given the right to overrule a superior court judge’s opinion? I don’t care if you smoke pot or not. You know this man has been wronged. Oh yea, when sentenced under these guidelines, there is no such thing as parole. You get 15 years, you will do 15 years. Many prisons in the south are privately owned – for profit businesses whose best product is poor people busted for possession of grass. The state gives these for profit convict warehouses around $57-00 a day per prisoner. The lock ups spent around $8.00 – #18-00 per day keeping them. The rest is profit. This same system is used for these counties to house state prison inmates in their county jails, with the profits going to the sheriff departments. And you thought incest was dead. I said this kind of bullshit was gonna be abused when cops were given the power to confiscate the cars of people who were caught trying to buy pot from….the cops themselves, using “reverse sting” operations. You own your car. Someone flags you down in a bad neighborhood, your an addict. He says he will sell you a fat little sack of bud for five dollars and he shows it to you. You haven’t smoked in months, but hey, why not? You hand him five bucks. It’s a cop. He now owns your car. They will sell it at auction. The money gained comes directly back to that department. Sure seems like monetary incentive to arrest people. But maybe it’s just me. I’m not anti cop. I’m anti profiteering by law enforcement. You should be too. Next time your around somebody smoking weed, think about Barnard Nobel. This man owned a business, has a family, liked to go fishing. Think about what it would mean for the legal system to take you away from everything you know and love for fifteen years because you chose to smoke a joint.
COMING UP: ENLIGHTENMENT, TRANSCENDENCE, DISTURBANCE AT THE HEROIN HOUSE, THE LITTLE WHITE PILLS FROM GOD, THE ORIGINS OF CONSCIOUSNESS IN THE BREAKDOWN OF THE BI CAMERAL MIND, AND SO MUCH MORE. REMEMBER, BE HAPPY, IT MAKES YOU MORE INTERESTING. AND PEOPLE WILL WANT TO KNOW WHAT YOUR HIDING.