After service yesterday I met
johnbutler at Tara where we saw A Scanner Darkly. I hadn't read the book before (to be honest, I've only read V.A.L.I.S. by Philip K. Dick), so I didn't know what the storyline was in advance. Besides being incredibly funny at times, the movie touched me because of how accurately it mirrors less attractive aspects of modern society. Granted, few entranced by our own form of Death would see the significance in their own lives, but hopefully A Scanner Darkly will open more eyes to how nasty crystal meth is... and how, more often than not, it makes bad situations worse.
And, somehow, I can't imagine PKD would take joy knowing that his own work would become so prophetic.
At the end of the movie a note from Philip K. Dick is shown, after the names of more than a dozen of his friends passed away or had otherwise become permanently incapacitated - mentally and/or physically - from self medicating. I feel sorry for those who have fallen victim to Death, knowing that with every little sniff their precious, irreplaceable brain is eaten away. Every hit reduces their capacity to think and process information and increases their risk of cardiac failure and psychosis. Yet nothing will stop addicts of this vile shit from turning away.. not when they've convinced themselves that it's the only solution.
Nothing sucks worse than watching a friend slowly die this way.
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And, somehow, I can't imagine PKD would take joy knowing that his own work would become so prophetic.
At the end of the movie a note from Philip K. Dick is shown, after the names of more than a dozen of his friends passed away or had otherwise become permanently incapacitated - mentally and/or physically - from self medicating. I feel sorry for those who have fallen victim to Death, knowing that with every little sniff their precious, irreplaceable brain is eaten away. Every hit reduces their capacity to think and process information and increases their risk of cardiac failure and psychosis. Yet nothing will stop addicts of this vile shit from turning away.. not when they've convinced themselves that it's the only solution.
Nothing sucks worse than watching a friend slowly die this way.
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Date: 2006-08-07 10:31 am (UTC)From:no subject
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Date: 2006-08-07 02:29 pm (UTC)From:Fuck it.
Just fuck it.
K makes me happier than I was before so fuck it. I don't have anything to live for anyway. I tried using the anti depressants but they don't work, k does. I'm going to die anyway. It's my choice. My body. I'm not hurting anyone else. I'll stop using it some day. But right now I have to have it. It's the only thing that keeps me going.
Vicious, nasty vile shit.
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Date: 2006-08-08 12:21 am (UTC)From:I just...I've lost a lot of friends to self medication in the last 12 months. I have two more in my immediate circle actively fighting it, and by that, I mean they're trying to get clean.
I love them, and it breaks my heart not to be able to help them because they're grown people, smart people, talented people, and you can't just shake them and say "your best isn't good enough, you're running out of time." I hate it. I hate watching it finally catch up.
I just had this conversation yesterday. I said, "I'm not going to lecture you, but I want you to tell me if you want help, if you need help." and the friend said "I know you've been through a lot this year, but you don't have to worry about me like that, I'm not doing it like that." But you know what? Not one of the people I buried this year thought they were doing it like that, I guarantee it. That's bullshit.
Breaks my fucking heart. There are too few people worth the time of day in this world as it is.