Your google game tells who you are?
A new rorschach test?
The old test always looked like a broken spine and shattered hips, but okay.
The new test results would be disappointing. Why?
I use google for spelling, for an auto-correct on my incorrect guesses.
It’s a good spell check.
I do use it for information, sometimes for a blog post, sometimes for random ideas.
I wrote a post, a review for a memoir-piece, a book excerpt, published in The New Yorker.
Do the people who get high together, LSD, cocaine, weed, and tequila high all night, stay together?
I’ll break it down. No.
If your love story partner has a eye-dropper for a bottle of liquid LSD, and it’s not 1970-1980, I’d be wary.
And why a glass of water? Come on, find a sugar cube, hippie, or some blotter paper.
Besides, with a glass of New York tap water you might have unexpected side effects.
Do casual trippers have eye droppers full of acid, or that more a dealer’s deal?
Same with the cocaine. Do you share two lines of coke each, or two between you?
From careful research, 1 + 1 = 2, 2 + 2 = I forgot how many lines of coke we hoovered up, but one more can’t hurt.
Don’t forget the ketamine.
(Trade Names: Ketalar, Ketaset, Ketajet, Ketavet, Vetamine, Vetaket, and Ketamine Hydrochloride Injection;
Street Names: Special K, K, Kit Kat, Cat Valium, Super Acid, Special La Coke, Purple, Jet, and Vitamin K)
What happened to the party favorites of the past, the cross tops, the reds, the quaaludes; the uppers, the downers, the spin arounders?
Where’s the guy whose words lag behind their speed-racing mind but they’re trying to keep by talking as fast as they can; where’s the woman who sounds like she’s talking with a three pound tongue?
Where’s the horse tranquilizer, the peyote; where’s the mushrooms, the Molly, the amyl, and inhalers?
Where’s the cough syrup, bitches?
Google Game For Drug Search
This is what the kids see when they start having those ideas, like ‘what’s it like to get wasted and fall down?’
A suicide and crisis lifeline doesn’t sound like party time.
Neither does rehab, or AA, take your pick.
I told my kids when they lived in college dorms, I said, “You’re going to be surprised who fucks up and drops out first. Don’t let it be you.”
Why tell them that?
Because I dropped out after freshman year and joined the army before returning with a vengeance, dropping out again, and finally graduating with both kids in the crowd.
The big difference? I was a married man with a mortgage and a family depending on me the last time around.
No pressure, right?
While I didn’t drug-out freshman year, more like afraid of missing something that I would age-out of, I saw the guys who did.
I didn’t drug-out because that shit was expensive, and a dollar got you into an ‘all you can drink’ kegger.
The dorm drug dealers went on to have lives to match from what I’ve heard.
Maybe that’s why the suicide hotline pops up first on a recreational drug search?
How High Is Too High
I was eighteen when I graduated high school in 1973.
My cohort didn’t exactly ‘fight the power.’
If there was a rebellion against the parents, I didn’t see it.
It probably helped having a big dad and a 5’10” mom who’d been managing kids since she was twelve years old with two half-brothers.
She was a ‘guilty-first’ mom, ready to kick ass, but she didn’t have sneaky enough kids to do her justice.
One night I was told to stay away from the local college dance, so I had my friends drop me off on their way.
My mom figured I’d be there with them and patrolled the parking lot in her pajamas while I was home on the couch.
Challenging her rules never worked out the way it was planned, which has been a life-guide with authority ever since.