The guy who was worried about respectability mentioned to me that a friend of his "got ahold of some bad stuff". It seems his friend killed his roommate, cut out his heart, cooked and ate it. I don't know anyone who ate anybody's heart. I think, once your friend has eaten his roommate's heart, that you need to aspire to something besides respectability. Fuck. Call me judgmental.
Mind you. I make no claims to respectability and I have no great respect for it either.
Friday, August 17, 2012
Friday, August 3, 2012
Respectability
I need to write about respectability. I've met a few hard core addicts who were terribly concerned to maintain the appearance of respectability. The stereotype of the junky who has slipped the bounds of mainstream society isn't always true. I just had a client who really didn't understand that he was a junky, a dope dealer, a thief and a player in the criminal world. He honestly believed that he was a deeply religious person, a devoted father and a respected member of his small town community. He did seem like he was trying his best to act like a good father. Drugs can make that difficult though. He was genuinely indignant that he was handcuffed when he was arrested. After all, he played football with the chief of police in high school and he, not the chief, was the starting quarterback. More on this later.
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