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Nowadays, the only way to stay in with the in-crowd was to play their game. Had he resisted, he would have been left behind with the other '80s relics.
So, in the beginning, he would take a bit of something here, a snif of something there, and greatly exaggerate their effects.
"Oh ho! Look at me!" and he would fall down, very proud of himself, indeed.
He painted circles under his eyes and bruises on his body to fit in: "Look, I'm just like you!"
"I'm a crazy drug addict!"
But then something began to happen.
He stopped and listened and found the demons in his head were quiet, quelled. Heroin had shut them up.
There are people who contend that it was the drugs that drove Michael mad.
I think the drugs held him together a little bit longer. He was already mad. He was always insane. He escaped into drugs to keep the monsters at bay.
Speaking from experience, there are people who have too much space between their ears, and given the time, do nothing but free fall forever inside their heads.
It's a spooky thing to be left alone inside an angry innerverse.
Drugs redirect the fall. They cushion it. Give you a parachute. Or maybe just a flashlight and scuba gear. I don't know how you look at the inside of your head-what metaphore you choose-but for those of us with endless yawning stretches of interior and nothing but nothing to stop us from getting lost in it, drugs can be wonderfully helpful.
For a time.
Sure, with Michael, near the end, they exacerbated his downfall. But for many years, they cushioned it. And the downfall was inevitable, believe me. He was crazy to begin with. The drugs just made the ride more fun.
If we're all going to hell in a handbasket, we might as well make it a party on the way down.
So, in the beginning, he would take a bit of something here, a snif of something there, and greatly exaggerate their effects.
"Oh ho! Look at me!" and he would fall down, very proud of himself, indeed.
He painted circles under his eyes and bruises on his body to fit in: "Look, I'm just like you!"
"I'm a crazy drug addict!"
But then something began to happen.
He stopped and listened and found the demons in his head were quiet, quelled. Heroin had shut them up.
There are people who contend that it was the drugs that drove Michael mad.
I think the drugs held him together a little bit longer. He was already mad. He was always insane. He escaped into drugs to keep the monsters at bay.
Speaking from experience, there are people who have too much space between their ears, and given the time, do nothing but free fall forever inside their heads.
It's a spooky thing to be left alone inside an angry innerverse.
Drugs redirect the fall. They cushion it. Give you a parachute. Or maybe just a flashlight and scuba gear. I don't know how you look at the inside of your head-what metaphore you choose-but for those of us with endless yawning stretches of interior and nothing but nothing to stop us from getting lost in it, drugs can be wonderfully helpful.
For a time.
Sure, with Michael, near the end, they exacerbated his downfall. But for many years, they cushioned it. And the downfall was inevitable, believe me. He was crazy to begin with. The drugs just made the ride more fun.
If we're all going to hell in a handbasket, we might as well make it a party on the way down.