Posts Tagged ‘Drug Addicts’

Coming: In Time for Christmas!

Tuesday, August 25th, 2009

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The Journey of Crystal’s Angel

© 2009 Frank Paolo

Crystal’s Angel has a daunting task. In addition to being the Guardian Angel of a beautiful, young drug addict, she must now take “Crystal’s Journey”, a symbolic walk through the countrysides of Heaven representing Crystal’s long trek through the horrors of addiction.

Along the way she meets a host of characters – from a wise, old, sarcastic cat named Chickensalad (“Honey, if you need help, why don’t you call Lassie?”), to a disgusting troll who entraps her and will let her out only by paying him in tears (“Tears – you bimbo!  Whadja think we charged on this part of the trip – pesos?”) to the world’s laziest dog (“Cutie, will you push the buttons on the remote for me?”)  to swarms of deadly white bees with extra-long stingers that inject her with the sweet poison that makes Crystal high and many more.

The Journey of Crystal’s Angel is a short book based on an addict’s long road to recovery.  It’s filled with horror, hope, humiliation, humor (lots of humor) outrageous characters, raw language, crushing defeats and, eventually, an inspiring triumph of the human spirit.  It’s no fairy tale – it is based on some women addicts I’ve known.

Many of you know I am a published author of non-fiction. How to Make a Great Presentation in 2-Hours (Lifetime Books; 1992) went into a second printing in less than a year.  It’s still being legally published in some countries and pirated in three more (including China). “Crystal’s Angel” is my first book of fiction.

Currently I am finishing up a few chapters and looking for an illustrator. In addition to the normal channels of book distribution, I hope it will become a featured read in groups like Narcotics Anonymous and drug rehabilitation centers.

If you know an addict who believes in Angels – or you believe in Angels – or if you believe in an addict who believes in Angels, and would like more information, please contact me at fpaolo1@rochester.rr.com

Cups of Hypocrisy

Wednesday, March 25th, 2009

What’s the first thing a diner waitress says when she sees you?

“Coffee?”

Come in with a few friends?

“Coffee? Coffee? Coffee? Right away!”

And you’d better get it ‘right away’, Sugar Lips, because you’ve got a table full of caffeine junkies who are now hurtling through drug withdrawal and trying hard not to snatch up their butter knives and stab the annoying people seated next to them. Most of them don’t talk – they twitch. “Don’t talk to me until I’ve had my first two cups” is the sad mantra chanted by these pathetic addicts 150-million times each morning across America.

When the coffee dealer finally distributes her steaming fixes, a whole new attitude surrounds the group. They’re friendlier – they start to chat – and their behavior would horrify members of polite society. They slurp, they blow, they smack, they suck, they rip open little packets of white powder, tear off the covers of tiny containers of liquid poison, and quickly mix up the nearly boiling-brew – before pouring it over some of the most sensitive parts of their bodies. Ouch! It hurts so good – like the needle prick announcement of anticipated joy when a junkie pushes a needle into a vein.  Then there’s the loud, satisfied “ahhh” which is an acceptable table grunt as they nod to each other in a shared understanding of affordable addiction. Coffee is America’s Drug of Choice – by far.

I hate coffee. I hate the taste. I hate the smell. I hate the mindless rituals. I hate those personalized cups which should say, “World’s Greatest Asshole” around a smiley face. But most of all, I hate the hypocrisy.

Caffeine is a drug – a powerful drug. And if you’re a daily coffee drinker, like about 150-million other Americans, you’re a drug addict – plain and simple. You can’t just quit without significant withdrawal symptoms and you can’t just stop at 2-cups a day. National average? About 4.

Caffeine makes you feel good – but is it good for you? Of course it’s not good for you. But I think you should drink all the coffee you want. I don’t care – it’s your body – fill it with whatever or whomever you choose. That’s called freedom.

However, I would care very much if you’re one of those flaming, “respectable” hypocrites who thinks you’re better than the millions of Americans rotting in jail cells because they loved a drug which is different than yours. Your drug is legal and inexpensive. Their drugs are illegal making them very expensive. Still, we’re all just junkies in the grand scheme of the universe – which probably doesn’t care one way or another anyway.

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