If we’re gonna be truth-telling, then let’s tell the truth: I saw something shiny and pretty at AA , he wanted a ride , and my dick said “yes.”
I knew better.
And, yet.
I picked somebody up at an AA meeting, he was cute I guess but heād be a lot cuter if he wasnāt on the shit.
I could tell he was still going through it, he wanted me to take him home with me and I was like sorry dudeā¦ weāre sitting in my home right now. I donāt have anywhere to go.
He asked me where I was going, and I told him.
I was going to go to Monterey to stand out on the coast and try to relax.
He asked if he could come with me.
Or could he come to [I donāt want to name my next destination.] ?
I asked him if he knew anyone there or what heād do when he got there.
He had no idea.
I asked if he had clothes or belongings or anything. You want to go ā¦ just like that?
Nope.
I drove around and talked to him a little bit and we exchanged stories.
Then I saw his hands: They were bright red like a steamed lobster all the way down to his knuckles.
I said āshit dude this isnāt good youāre malnourished and dehydrated.ā
You need to give yourself a break from the drugs, eat, hydrate, rest.
āIām not saying you have to stop forever and ever and ever but you .. need a break.ā
I donāt have facts to back me up but if your hands look like that you probably have some inflammation in your brain. And youāre not giving your heart any nutrients and youāre making it work that hard oh my god. Iām not going to tell someone that if theyāre tweaking though.
I stopped and got him a pizza and some stuff to drink.
For a little while he grabbed my other phone and picked the music.
I liked his selection and taste.
And then ā¦.
He grabbed a container of bug spray and leaned out the window and started wiping my car with it.
He started smearing it all over the inside of my windshield.
Okay, here we go.
āUh please donāt do that on my side, I need to see the road.ā
He started rubbing the bug spray all over his hands.
*pause*
āHeyā¦ do you ā¦ put a lot of bug spray on your skin? Iām wondering if youāre poisoning yourself.ā
No answer.
Oh fuck is he huffing BUG SPRAY?
Mentally, I latched on to this question about why his hands were so red and so dead looking. What is wrong with his health? What does this mean?
He grabbed the wheel and rocked it a little bit and I asked him to not do that either.
He asked me if he could drive.
I said absolutely fucking not.
(Okay weāre done here: I did a U-turn.)
Then he turned on my dome light and started staring into the back of my car.
Paranoia.
I turned on the master switch for all the interior lights.
He stared at me and said āyou look old now.ā
I sighed. I was drained at this point.
Fergieās āBig Girls donāt Cryā came on the radio.
I said āyou know Fergie was a tweaker right?ā
āShe was?ā
I know a thing or two about MasterSketch Theater.
Tina talks a lot of shit.
Sheās a bitch.
I read him an excerpt of this interview:
In the early Noughties, Fergieās vice was crystal meth, an addiction she beat before finding fame with Black Eyed Peas.
āAt my lowest point, I was [suffering from] chemically induced psychosis and dementia. I was hallucinating on a daily basis. It took a year after getting off that drug for the chemicals in my brain to settle so that I stopped seeing things. Iād just be sitting there, seeing a random bee or bunny.ā
Her hallucinations became so severe that she thought the CIA, FBI and a SWAT team were tracking her. She eventually sought solace in a church, probably on some level, she thinks, because of her Catholic upbringing.
āThey tried to kick me out, because I was moving down the aisles in this crazy way, as I thought there was an infrared camera in the church trying to check for my body. I bolted past the altar into a hallway and two people were chasing me.
āI remember thinking: āIf I walk outside, and the SWAT teamās out there, I was right all along. But if theyāre not out there, then itās the drugs making me see things and Iām going to end up in an institution. And if it really is the drugs, I donāt want to live my life like this any more, anyway.ā I walked out of the church; obviously there was no SWAT team, it was just me in a parking lot. It was a freeing moment.ā
āThe drugs thing, it was a hell of a lot of funā¦ until it wasnāt. But you know what, I thank the day it happened to me. Because thatās my strength, my faith, my hope for something better.ā
Not everyone would have turned themselves around, and then go on to become a super-successful singer. āItās so incredible, I know. I think I must have guardian angels.ā
We rode in silence for awhile.
He started arguing with ā¦ I donāt know what ā¦ about a ātransferā and how heād been cloned and they were having sex with his body and fisting it right now.
He kept asking me about the ātransferā and I said Iām sorry but I donāt know what that means.
He asked me if I wanted to score drugs with him.
I pulled over and said okay Iāll take you back to where I picked you up but youāre going to stop this right now.
I started driving again, a little more apprehensive now.
He started punching the pizza box and yelling that he wanted to see my dick.
āUh, thatās not happening.ā
He punches the pizza box even harder, emphasizing every word with another punch:
āGET YOUR FUCKING DICK HARD FOR ME. RIGHT NOW.ā
āNot happening and thatās definitely not how you get my dick hard.ā
He repeated what he said and I said Iām going to treatment, I donāt care what you do but Iām not getting high.
He says āI just want to score some crystal.ā
And Iām like ok cool you have choices about how to end or spend tonight, weāre going back to where I picked you up and you can do that.
Sad part is , out here in San Francisco or Los Angeles these guys will encounter someone in this condition and pump you full of even more drugs and fuck you ā looking at you, Ed Buck.
He started rambling about how weāre going to get some stuff and a cheap seedy hotel and how heās going to find three guys to fuck me.
āItās just what you like, donāt fucking lie. Youāre going to a do a shot!ā
Fuck I am, not with my blown up and trashed ticker Iām not. Thereās a reason I donāt give a fuck what anyone thinks about me or what I have to say anymore.
He says āgreat, thanks for making me fall out of love.ā
Wat.
I was already about 0.2 seconds away from stopping the car and telling him to get out when he dumped the pizza all over me and started clawing at me and punching my window trying to break it.
āLet me the fuck out!!!ā
āNo problem.ā
I came to a halt on the 101 and he couldnāt figure out how to unlock the door. He was kicking the door frantically and screaming and clawing at me like a feral cat and I was like āplease just let me unlock the door for you thatās all Iām doing Iām not going to hurt you.ā
He spit out the thing heād been chewing on the whole time:
I got the door open and he darted off onto the 101 like a startled deer.
Heād upended pizza and soda all over my car.
I pulled off at the next exit and got on my knees to thank God I was safe, and to pray that dude doesnāt get hit by a carā¦ or attack someone elseā¦ or get tazed or worse.
I didnāt see the accident happenā¦ but I learned the next morning that a northbound SUV swerved to miss him and killed two or three of its occupants.
Okie dokie God, I just put in a good word for you all but a few hours ago and I said that your fingerprints are all over everything. Where are we going with this one?
I looked up from where Iād knelt down and I was kneeling in front of the sign for the hotel chain I usually stay at.
*mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, long pause*
I was done with my car and I was done with this trip.
[The vehicle, too. I took it over to my cousinās and gave him the keys and title and told him I never wanted to see it again.]
I was told once that āinsanityā is not āintoxicated behavior,ā if you give Grandma enough crystal meth sheāll hop up in a sling and get gang banged or let you fist her and peek out the windows and take apart the lawnmower, too.
āInsanityā means āI want to use that shit even though itās doing all of these horrible things to me.ā
I was staring at that tonight.
This guy was in this condition and he was like āI want to score some crystal.ā
That is the āinsanityā we ācome to believeā will be removed from us.
I want to live. I want to go watch the ocean from the coast in Monterey today.
