can only come about when we engage in acts that mutilate our body and mind. Television? It keeps people sedate and docile; it is the true opium of the masses. Shopping? It’s the same thing. Cocaine, though? Hell. !@#$%ing. Yeah. So, I became a cokehead. It may have been the most thoughtful thing I’ve ever done.
So, I had my own problems in life, like any other ordinary member of society. But my habits did not draw me to the bar. My style of living did not drag me to liquor or cigarettes. I was not pulled through malls, places of shopping, miniature golf courses, parks with rosy-cheeked girls, or Elks Lodge meetings. No, I decided to become a cocaine fiend. I’d like to consider myself a sophisticated person. My choices in life, my decisions, my carefully calculated habits, everything was made on thought and consideration. Sophisticated people do not sport beer bellies, so that cancelled out television and the bar scene as my means of self-destruction. I could never picture myself as a socialite in a society of men who behave more like sheep than people, so it was clear that I’d stay away from all public areas of assembly, where someone might come up and actually talk to me. All of this considered, I made a decision for my method of emotional release: cocaine.
Of course, there is an enormous world full of drugs and half-assed escape attempts from reality. There is the drug of enlightenment, the psychedelics and hallucinogens, the world of the mushroom and the colorful blotter. Those people who entertain the idea of “mind-expansion” through chemicals like LSD and psilocybin, well, I’m pretty convinced that they would have done better in their pursuits of they were born in ancient Athens, in a society that appreciated art, loved emotion, and cherished virtue. Today, they are just the crust on a civilization that seems to worship bombs and the gross national product. Timothy Leary would have been accepted by the Pagans and the early Christians. But today, he can only be regarded as the untim