a friend's neighbour is addicted to painkillers and has been for a good while. he's been on disability of years now and looks like he'll stay that way. i've met the fella; not a bad guy. actually, pretty knowledgeable chap on sorts of shit. but he's got his bad days where he's just doped out of his mind.

the other night another friend suffered a pretty nasty spill probably twisting his ankle. resulting in an obvious limp. rather than seeking professional help, the neighbour "hooked" him up with some demerol. within no time, his ankle pain had subsided and he was skipping about as if nothing had happened. it looked like a televangelist had personally visited him. we stood there thinking, "damn, is this shit for real?"

we decided to try some of it for ourselves and what ensued was something fight club-ish minus the pain. we were slugging each other in the arms, ribs, chests and within seconds of the blow, it felt as if the hand of god eased the pain into oblivion. it just went on and on. not only are you physically invincible, demerol raises your alertness to insane levels. rather than making you all dopey, you become restless and at the same time, overcome with a sense of invincibility. what a fucking deadly combination.

this is how i am going to spend those idle days now that i am back to only my part-time McJob. oh, and when i am not in school, of course. i've always wondered to as to how pain killers can become a habit; now i've got proof.

the guy who used demerol for his ailing ankle now pops 4 of them a day. but, of course according to him, it's not a habit, just to get through the work day. we'll have to give him the benefit of the doubt on this one.

as for me? demerol is strictly a recreational drug used for the purposes of beating the shit out of others and getting the shit beaten out of me minus the pain that would normally come about from such an activity.