Lou Reed is
dead. Really dead this time and not an internet hoax. I wasn't a
big fan of his. I associated his music with heroin use and my
experiences with people who used heroin were all
negative...eventually.
I did plenty of
drugs myself but mostly just pot and hallucinogens. I learned early
that speed and downers were not for me. Speed made me lose weight
and I was far too skinny as it was, downers just put me to sleep and
one time I almost didn't wake up and I don't even know what it was I took.
Scared my roommate because she couldn't rouse me for classes.
It was a very
stupid act on my part. I was 19 maybe and I was getting
kicked out of college six weeks before the end of the second semester
for smoking pot
which I was
doing but they only caught me because they set me up using someone
who I thought was a friend and she turned me in
and I had made
the mistake of letting the Dean Of Women call my parents to inform
them of the fact
apparently
she lied to them about what kind of drugs I was taking
and I had
recently gotten off the phone with my parents who were coming to get
me over the weekend and I knew I was in for a world of hurt and I
finally had a date with a guy in my Geology class that I was
interested in and we went out that night and he gave me this
'downer', a pill he had got somewhere and I took it.
Fortunately I
did get back to my dorm room before I passed out and fortunately (or
unfortunately) my roommate just let me be I was still breathing
and eventually I woke up and had an awful hangover and had to face my parents in
a few days.
So the day
comes, and they barely speak to me and frogmarch me to the car and
don't let me get in the backseat but make me get in the front seat
between them and my father grabs my left arm and jerks up the sleeve
of my shirt and checks my arm for tracks and then does the same thing
on my right arm and...
I cannot
believe he just did that
I am insulted to
the core and after that everything he says to me falls on deaf ears.
I am, of course, their virtual prisoner so I try and make all the
sounds they want to hear.
That little act
cleaved me from my parents for the rest of my life. That and the
year or two that followed, before I escaped their house altogether
and I married the Rat Bastard to do it.
Who I divorced
3 1/2 years later.
The next time
my father tried to control who I was and, basically, my life, I stood
up to him and told him I would do what I damn well pleased.
Actually, I
think what I said was I would sleep with who I wanted and when I
wanted and if he didn't like it I would move out.
I was living
with them at the time.
I know, I
know.
So where was I?
Oh yeah, Lou Reed and heroin. My 1st husband/ex-husband
used heroin but not while we were married. I didn't put up
with that shit. Last I heard he had got disability from his parent's
company where he went to work after I divorced him because he
didn't have anyone to support him anymore from an accident on the
job site because he was probably STONED and hooked up with
another junkie who got an inheritance and they were living in a
trailer house somewhere in Florida doing drugs all day.
But that was a
long time ago.
I had a friend
once who did heroin, this was back in the Rat Bastard days, until he
broke in my house when I was gone on vacation and stole from me.
Anyway, you get
the picture.
I know I'm being
unfair to Lou Reed. I know he was a very talented guy and very
influential and I did/do like some of his stuff and we are poorer for
his passing.
But I was never
a big fan.
