Xanga-only: A Kim-style book review.
2001.11.29
“hi, my name is k_ and i’m an alcoholic.” how long have you been drinking? about two or three months. how many times have you drank since then? about four or five times. that’s not addiction! then why am i so scared?
every day i get such a strong craving for alcohol that it makes me cringe. every time i feel as if i’m in pain, i feel sick, i feel emotional, my first thought becomes ‘i’d really like a smirnoff right now to calm me down’. i used to be the same way towards coffee.
what is this compulsiveness inside of me that causes me to think these things? if i could, i’d drink myself into a hole and drown myself in a watery pool of booze. what kind of alcohol? any kind. it doesn’t matter. bring it on! — well, with the exception of beer, because i can taste the fermentation in that.
i don’t want to be an alcoholic, but i think if i drink anymore i will be. maybe i should take a few swigs of vodka and i’ll be able to think better. good thing we have no alcohol in our room.
incidentally, does my subconscious purposely search for men in which the relationship will be one sided?
posted by Kim Nguyen at 7:48 PM
Before I start, I’ll tell you now that nothing I’ve tried or am attached to was ever physically addictive besides alcohol. No meth, coke, crack, heroin, whatever. And yet, I still yearn for it. Psychological addictions can be just as dangerous.
Last night at the book store I picked up a book in the Teen section [what was I doing there?] with the huge title “CRANK” on the front and nothing else. I said to myself, “This can’t really be about crank”… but the way the letters were written in powder on the cover… I knew before I even opened it what it was about.
The first chapter
(i dont think i have the formatting right, but i’ll fix it as soon as i get my hands on the book) :Life was good
before I
met
the monster.
After,
life
was great.
At
least
for a little while.
The story, written in disjointed, almost poetic, verse form took me through a journey of a downward spiral after she meets the “monster”, crank itself.
There are descriptions in this book that shook me to the bone.
They touched me and reminded me of feelings I thought I left. And even as I read the book, as I read about her sniffing her life away through a cut straw, I felt my sinuses twinge, taunting me about what I will never have again.
Funny, this book is to ward people AWAY from drugs.
This book is a amazing, and I feel so lucky to have mistakely come across it, to have bought it on a whim, to have read it in a whirlwind of 2 hours. It spoke to me, it called to me, it soothed me, and it lit me on fire.
For those whose lives have never been affected by drugs, this book will show you in so many words why you should stay away from them…
For those whose lives have been affected by drugs yet have never experienced them, maybe give you a better understanding about why people do… And make the blaming and accusing eyes you give them a little bit softer.
For those whose lives have been affected by drugs and have lived through them, experienced them to the bone — this book will take you back to those times, those swirling nights and days and nights and nights and more nights. And at the end, you will be thankful that those nights have not darkend your life the way it has the people in this book.
And for those of you who are still in that life… Read it, and see what may be.
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I need a drink. Patron anyone?
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More exerpts from the book:
No Time Like That First Time
Fire!
Your nose ignites,
flameless kerosene
(and, some say, Drano)
laced with ephedrineyou want to cry
powdered demons bite
through cartilage and sinuses
take dead aim at your
brain, jump inside
want to scream
troops of tapping feet
fall into rhythm,
marking time, right
between your eyes
get the urge to dance
louder, louder, ultra
gray-matter power,
shock waves of energy
mushroom inside your head
you want to let go
detonate
annihilate barriers,
bring down the walls,
unleashing floodwaters,
freeing long-captive dreams
to ride the current
through
arteries and capillaries,
pushing, rushing,
raging torrents
pounding against your heart
sweeping you away.