John Oliver VS Capitalism and Addiction

Remember FOX NEWS said “BUSH HAS WON THE ELECTION” so all the other news outfits started doing it so as to not be behind, or miss the scoop. The thing is – BUSH DIDN’T WIN. He lost – but the other guy, hearing that he had lost, threw in his towel and conceded, at which point he was fucked. Don’t forget FOX news was run by one of the Bush family at the time…..

Anyway, slightly off the topic, but when have you ever criticised me for being on topic to start with..?..

We need more honest proper journalism and independent investigative journalists. Nowadays you can spot errors in about every single story on every page of every newspaper. Main TV news seems to be more and more like the internet news of old every day.

And therein lies the problem.

People want cute cats, death and mayhem.

The mass public will not sit through a thirty minute story showing both sides of an argument properly… 110km/h on highways kills people.. Boy racers are all druggies with bald tyres. Cute cat.

John Oliver Does Drugs

Sorry about taking some saturation out of your overly coloured American TV face John old Boy…

And then there is JOHN OLIVER. 

He did his usual fifteen minute of TRUMP BASHING, and to his credit he manages to keep this fresh and interesting each week – or maybe it is just due to the fact Trumpt comes up with so much shit each week he is simply too easy, and then progressed to do an opinion piece on the state of addiction in the good ol’ U S of A.

Not a bad effort… Other than he took great pains to ridicule the term “pseudo addict“.

A term I hadn’t heard of. A term which sounds, on the surface, to be total bullshit.

Good on you John, you are the man.

In the context of a drug company trying to show the world it’s drugs are not the cause of addicts problems, it possibly is bullshit. More than possibly even. Plausible denial anyone?

But wait — There’s more…

(yeah, yeah – you guessed it…. Unca Fiendipoo has a spanner. And a good throwing arm.)

Start scratching under the surface (or maybe just start scratching depending how much of an addict you really are) the theory is quite sound. It may come from the mouth of a pseudo scientist, but someone who exhibits addictive drug seeking behaviour may be no more of a problematic addict than you or I (queue Americans favourite laughing track – the auto chuckle)… 

Fiend says –
“Pseudo addict” may just have a place in this debate on how to deal with the problems of addiction in capitalist environments.

Let us just say… Just for debates sake… 

If I am in pain (me? never…) and need a few opiates to coach my kids football team, I go to the doctor. The doctors glasses slide down his nose and he looks at me sideways. No matter how much they know about my pain, my back, my lifestyle, my parenting or my need to participate in life on terms agreeable to me, the maker and the pharmaceutical companies – the doctor will always look at “addict” potential first and my quality of life second.

Purdue, we have a problem.

And, by the sounds of this John Oliver thing, so do hundreds of thousands of Americans.

Now, don’t get me wrong. I have not gone all soft in my old age. Americans can all go still fuck right off and suck Clintons dick / clit dry as far as I am concerned.

However, I feel for the pain and the difficulties the poor people who are controlled by the whim of the pen. On a good day the doctor will write. On a bad day, the doctor wont. The days are not so much swayed good or bad by his kid playing well at football — more the pressures put on him by media, drug companies capitalistic ways and the controlling bodies antiquated views of addiction.

This week John Oliver has told the world the drug companies are confusing the doctors. They obviously need to play with their own product some more.

John Oliver. Take time to read GLOBALIZATION OF ADDICTION.

Or, since no one has an attention span any longer than a thirty second sound byte (I know – I am ADHD super hero number 666) …

Dear John @iamjohnoliver

please look up Dr. Gabor Maté  on YOUTUBE.

Thank you, and goodnight.

John seems to have pitted himself against capitalism AND addiction. The first time anyone in history has managed this. A little like … hell … cannot quite work out what it’s like.

Maybe I am very much every inch totally drug fucked as the idiots at Wellington Addiction Services would tell you.

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You know that glue sniffer alcoholic from a couple of posts ago… Well…

PACMAN PEOPLE TATTOO

Whilst I was there, babysitting her drug overdose attempts, (click here) I could not help but notice I was sitting on an overturned home stereo speaker. She has a mattress on the floor. She has no furniture. Yet she does have an ankle bracelet that does not allow her to remove herself from the premises.

Sucks to be her.

Walked around the front of the housing block just now to see if she was there. Her windows were open, so I walked up the stairs.

“HOLY SHIT, IT’S YOU

Yes, it is me

“Holy Crap, sorry about the other night, I was… Ueeerrrr….”

Really fucked up and using heaps of glue?

“Ueeeeerrr… Yeah…..”

Hey, all good. You want a couch and a seat or what?

“Fucken Aye bro. Thought you were full of shit.

Nah, I have a large three, two and one seater on the roof of my car. Been there for ten days now. Looks like it might rain, so better move them off the roof…

“Choice bro. Fucken unreal. You’re not kidding me?

No, I will be back in a couple of minutes.

“I would come help, but I can’t leave the whare(*) aye bro”
(pointing at ankle bracelet)

Yeah, all good… See you in a minute.

 The most amazing thing about this exchange was she remembered me at all. She remembered I told her had a couch for her was therefore not that amazing. Amazingly, although completely nuts and abusing every mind numbing substance known to man, she looked at me clear eyed and she honestly looked as though she remembered all the good things we had shared between the bouts of conscience killing “rest periods.”

So looked at me with respect, tolerance and knowledge. 

This may have been as I treated her with respect, tolerance and shared knowledge with her that night when babyshitting her.

I did not tell her we had met before. Nor will I tell you. 

This is the only trickle down effect that the worlds economists will ever find true…

Second hand furniture, car parts and clothes.

Without them, the global economy would be totally full of shit.

Couch on Ford Futurlane

Found a guy to help me carry the stuff up to her flat. Would only just fit up stairs and through door. Did not tell the guy I had skinned a knuckle and cut my thumb. He was only helping me, and I was only helping someone else. Did not seem correct to complain about him pushing when he should have been pulling. Even if it did make me wince.

You see, this girl really appreciated this. She probably didn’t even appreciate the couch and chair as much as she appreciated someone doing what they said and not “being full of shit aye bro”.

She looked so fucken grateful.

You can take all your “boundaries” and “ethics” and shove them.

Upon leaving she frowned. I walked back and brushed the frown off with a stroke of a finger on her forehead.

You cannot do that as a registered counsellor or other professional employed in such a capacity without some rather dodgy charges being laid… 

For me, it was worth it. Seeing the frown replaced with a smile and a warm goodbye is okay.

My boundaries are declining to tell her my name, flat number or contact details.

See –

I am learning. Has taken a hell of a fuck up or two. But it is am learning. Even evolution.

(*)
WHARE a Māori hut or dwelling place
pron far-ee (kind of – you roll the R into an L a little… Far-le…. Sort of.

Samtsirhc Yrrem

Once upon a time there was a little boy who hated Christmas carols and shopping centre festive music.

He liked titles by the likes of Joy Division, Depeche Mode, UB40 even Iron Maiden and Sex Pistols. He was born in ’73. That means music was responsible for the way this guy turned out. Bloody EMI. Click on the band names. The favourite song will load in a new window for your pleasure whilst reading this, the worlds shittest blog.

He wrote his own computer publication and signed himself off as “Sir” K..Ynot.

He was, some would claim still is, left handed.

Signed his name backwards, he did.

Arguably there is a tenuous link to reality via some far flung theory combining left handedness and learning to write using fountain pens and ink wells.

Years later the “K.Y” part of the backwards name turned out to be useful.  6d makes more sense to him than 69. 

It still does.

At age fourty there is another guy who writes crap,
puts a narcissistic “Sir” in front of his handle,
thinks he is clever and even
claims to be capable of rigging elections.

slaterCLICK ON PICTURE FOR MORE

Mr Slater (click above) is a bit of a right wing knob.

Me, being left handed, know all about the way the right suppress the lefties. They call us “reds” and organise witch hunts, wars and pick at as mentally with subtle things like calling us sinister.

Mr Slater and I agree on one thing. We both like CHARLOTTE DAWSON. I like her for all sorts of reasons. I think she may have been left handed. And adopted. There are statistics and those who think these things go hand in hand….

You know what I think about addictions and mental health. Problematic ones that is. Non problematic addictions can go take a running jump. If you need drugs to play football with your kid, or converse with people on your deathbed, then go tell CCDHBDSM and it’s head Mistress to go tie herself up some place nice and quiet. Leave a cellphone just out of reach and leave saying “if I am gone more than an hour, call me”.

After all, it is what they do to a bunch of mental health and addiction clients whom need to sort out their medications over the holiday period.

Addiction to power. Different from being a right wing knob addict. But probably similar enough to have problems getting proper diagnosis.
The Discipline Sadism Masochism for Virgins Manual (DSM-V) will sort out these discrepancies in its next edition.

I have pain.

Constant pain. Sometimes crippling. Mostly just a bloody pain.

I get tattoo’s and the pain in my back seems less for a day or two. Hell, I got these ones over the last fortnight. My birthday and Christmas presents to myself.

O for OarSum. Simply freaken Class A.

geoff_crammond

 

  • Bill Bennett has not sent me a Christmas card.
  • Cameron Slater neither.
  • Nor Clarissa Broderick, Sandy Baigent, Lucy Politini…
  • Tom Flewett would never send me a card. Clarissa will not allow him. 
  • Neither did I get a card from one of my best mates sons who died.
  • None of my mates who died since I gave up drug abuse last year.
  • But wait. No one from N.A has either.
  • In fact, no living person has given me a card or Christmas wish without me sending one first.
    This is Christmas and I can’t be fucked. 

Makes me want to go and use drugs. Hard and long. Repeatedly. Like wanking with a needle full of smack.

But the drugs will not take the pain away.

The day they find a cure for pain is the day I throw my drugs away.

http://youtu.be/985JGeGq_tc?t=34s

But then, I have another eureka moment.
Definitely re-inventing the wheel again.

you can’t fuck the pain away

Not even according to Peaches. And she should know. She looks worthy.
I can just tell.
Some girls get a shock if you say “nice arse” or
flick your tongue out and air guitar with it as you walk past.

Others have worked out you may be a little more than the average pervert builder.

Some turn and wink.
Some turn and abuse.

Some lift their bums higher with their heels and strut off,
leaving a vapour thin trail of expensive perfume and
pheromone like particles discharged by overt displays of power and authority.

Hi, I am NZ FIEND, and I am an addict. 

Hi, NZ FIEND.

Today I am going to share about getting Chlamydia in my eyes………. I may not be Brad Pitt. Nor Stalone. Nor even the rough teddy bear guy that girls want to take home and nurture. But, I am worried. Has anyone here got a “how to tell if you’re an addict” SLA style?

http://www.slaawellington.org.nz/40Q.htm

For fucksakes, bugger. Fuck me. 

Should I really jump into bed with another group of dysfunctional addicts?

Their definitions of recovery seem to be “shut up, have a totally boring life and do all you can to be a good capitalism addict.” Becoming a good “economic unit” is part of every definition of recovery from the industry. “Having a job” is listed by a lot of addicts. This just shows how capitalism has screwed you hard and fast. Shouldn’t having the skills to bring up your kids be more important. Even capitalists should see this.

The kids are going to be much better capitalists if they’re not in jail, on drugs and chasing skirt all day. Spending more time with your kids would probably even stop ADHD (along with banning TV adverts, of course….)

Capitalism addiction is the bloody worst.

You can keep it….  Your capitalism addiction.

I’ll keep mine…. Compulsion to please females pubic areas.

After all, it is not hugely problematic………..
Well, not to the global economy or capitalist markets. I will not change the price your house sells for (unless the purchaser notices the rock climbing equipment anchors in the cieling – in which case the price may actually go up…)
…………….unless you are an ex-partner who kicked me out for giving other ladies orgasms. (sorry)

Unless you are the girls whom I want nothing to do with (other than your sex, of course) as you all give me headaches telling me shit. (sorry)

Unless you are the person whom is so damn straight you got a surprise and crashed when you saw a couple having sex on top of the entrance to the main motorway tunnel. (sorry)

If you’re the policewoman whom complained about a lady with long blonde hair bobbing up and down in front of my waist whilst standing in front of five thousand people at a New Years gig… (sorry you were ten metres below us and couldn’t join in…)

I owe all of you people a great deal of amends.

I owe you.
Would that be cash, credit card or oral?

 

Well, that is Christmas wasted. One step at a time. Entirely fucking backwards.

 

 

42 tips and insights for understanding an addicts mind

 

OKAY. The answer to life, the universe and everything was 42.

He missed it by seven.

Oops, do I smell missed marketing opportunity. Someone ring Saachi and Sacchi.

Still, am damn sure I posted something about this. But site stats suggest none of your lazy arses have clocked your eyes on it.

Sort it out people.

I have met methadone victims with more motivation than the readers of my, the worlds shittiest blog, blog.

Journo-lism students. Changing the world one step at a time without even realising it.

Journalism. Back in the day it was a force in the world. Fourth Estate and all that. Judging by a lot of the crap produced in “professional” print publications nowadays you really have to wonder.

There is hope.

The world is changing.
Too slowly mind you, but changing nonethebloodyless.

Have been interviewed by many students over the years – usually people doing masters or other thesis work involved with addiction, mental health, criminality and even one or two high ranking police officers interested in things other than pinning my innocent ass to the wall and tazering it senseless.. Have been interviewed by people with long lists of letters after their names that would indicate they have had much better life plans than my goodself. (And probably better social graces and backing from Daddy’s trust fund……..!!!)

 

This blog is kind of stupid. It may not even qualify as a “blog” any longer.

This time last year I spent four hours writing a piece on being left handed. Thinking that maybe “us lefties” were more likely to be ADHD and creative resulted in many thousands of words spilling forth. Then it got titled (without much forethought, and more than a little sarcastically) “LEFT HANDEDNESS – A CURSE FROM THE DEVIL”. Although not having read it since writing it, I remember it as a ground breaking and brilliant example of new philosophy.

Someone on the street six months later told me that coats of arms have a “good” side and a “bad” side. GOOD is RIGHT. LEFT is BAD. Fuck me, what did you say?

I looked it up further. Turns out bloody PLATO and all those Greek and Latin speaking kiddy molesters beat me to it. The origin of the coat of arms thing comes from Latin – “SINISTER” was “LEFT” basically.

To this day you are “CORRECT” if you are “RIGHT”. Even the term “cack – handed” has sinister connotations….

cack-handed (ˌkækˈhændɪd)

adj

1. left-handed
2. clumsy
[from dialect cack excrement, from the fact that clumsy people usually make a mess; via Middle Low German or Middle Dutch from Latin cacāre to defecate]
In other words, you would wipe your ASS with your CACK hand. Work it out for yourself rather than bothering to argue)

sinister

 

So, this blog is just awesome. F’ing brilliant waste of bandwidth. Re-Inventing the wheel (two thousand years after the fact) has become common. It’s probably part of the reason why there has been so few posts as of late. Am sick of it. Even my HIGHER POWER being WAVELENGTHS and people on the same frequency of wavelength that I spent weeks thinking about…. After spending weeks trashing Tom Cruise, Scientology, Technology, every church in the known universe, and writing off DAN BROWN’s Di Vinci code child puzzles…. I come up with PEOPLE ON SAME WAVELENGTH as a god. But then that sounds boring. So it gets converted into other languages until a nice acronym is found using something from the middle east…. And then. Shit.  TESLA and EINSTEIN,. Fuck you TESLA and EINSTEIN. Unreal. You had similar details and diagrams last century or two? Can’t someone just let me have one original thought without claiming it was done years ago? Bastards, the lot of you.

There is the discovery that I was addicted to ZOPICLONE faster and with more detrimental effects than normal benzo’s such as halcion or valium. Many hours of thinking and processes later I presented my findings to the world by swearing a lot and calling Doctors fuck-wits for prescribing it. After telling people on the street about my experiences for years, one or two of the more astute actually did look it up themselves… And yes, not only was the theory correct, but six months later there are a few people admitting they thought I was full of shit but were too polite to tell me to shut the hell up. They found the theory correct. All by themselves. Many more examples available on request.

OMG OMG OMG OMG OH MY GOD
A NEW THOUGHT
ON BOATS RED IS PORT AND GREEN IS STAR-BORED.
Red may mean “returning to port – too useless” and GREEN “we are off Star-Bound… Exploring.
I think I think too much. I am not even going to look this up. EVER.
Please feel free to do so on your own time. But please don’t contact me with the answer.
Kind regards….

The world is changing. Just not fast enough.

The mainstream media is slowly but surely looking at underlying causes and issues of life.

Three pages in the local Saturday rag were dedicated to PORN and SEX amongst consenting couples. They had a good graffick, although the article was fluff. The graffick showed DOPAMINE. Not titties. No psychiatrist from the Wellington Addiction Service with a giant strap on dildo ready to penetrate addicts. Not even a group having soft porn sex.

No. Just a picture of DOPAMINE and it’s chemical structure.

This is amazing.

DOPAMINE is a good side effect of AMPHETAMINE usage.  It is why they give ADHD people really good pharmacy grade crystal meth. Dopamine is used by the front right lobe bit of your noggin to regulate the impulses sent from one of the very first bits of brain to ever work. Basically, let us say you have a fright. You have a FIGHT or FLIGHT response. You have a split second to think about it. Some of us don’t think too much at all. We just act.

DOPAMINE also has a lot to do with LOVE or REWARD. Food, really good sex, really bad sex, any sex, thinking you might get sex… These feelings are really DOPAMINE hitting that big marshmellow in your skull.

Again, rather than argue with me, just look it up and compare notes amongst yourself quietly in your own time…
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dopamine is a good start.

So, changing the world. One step at a time. 11 to go according to William and his big book.

I do my part constantly. I tell everyone whom will listen all about it. Constantly. I don’t break for breathing. Pauses in conversation. I don’t stop when knocked out and being operated on. The surgreons probably notice an hour or two gap in my monologue, but to me it is seamless.

Did you really trip over and hurt yourself if no one was there to witness it?

Hah hah bloody hah.

But, even I am sick of repeating stuff to addiction, medical, government types. And I don’t get sick easily.

JOURNALISM STUDENTS however. Different breed.

Sometimes there are people who have so little regard for their personal sanity that they email me via this insanely popular WordPress Blog. (Note to self – remember to use LOL’s and emoticons more regularly…)

A particularly courages Journalism student from Auckland went to all the trouble of going to Government OFFICIAL INFORMATION ACT (maybe she used the guide written on this blog!!! hahahaha) to get some information regarding the “OPIOID TREATMENT SERVICE” in New Zealand. OTS (shitty acronym, maybe they should have tried another language, although Bosnian doesn’t work — opijata službe tretmana results in OST – keep trying on your own time and get back to me….) is not OTS.

The first thing the student asked was lost as she mentioned OTD. Queue diatribe – “OTS is crap. There is no SERVICE and very little TREATMENT. OMD would work better. Opiate Maintenance DisService.”

After five minutes on the phone it was time for her to go and have a valium, a cranium massage and a long lay down in a sensory deprivation tank.

To her, and most earthlings, it was probably an hour.

Don’t know who invented time scales, but the Freemasons probably had nothing to do with it. Has someone already invented, or theorised, that time is relative?

Ass.

Over the five minutes I spent talking like a horse race announcer with a few too many coffee’s in his system, she learnt that addicts are “under performing economic units” with little hope of positive prognosis. We are given a concrete box to live in and a colour tv to watch. Governments the world over have big rugs to sweep problems under.

Governments will start valuing their countries differently. Citizens “HAPPY AVERAGE PERSON POPULATION INDEX” (HAPPI) rather than “GROSS DOMESTIC PRODUCT” (GDP) will become more economically responsible. A country with a good HAPPI index will automatically produce a much better GROSS PRODUCT. And more of them.

 

Did I mention my theories on how CAPITALISM will eventually fall into SOCIALISM as the MARKETS dominate governments and “CONSUMER WATCHDOGS” that prevent monopolies fail? Once you have many big monopolies (Vodafone, CBS, Sony and Ford, along with a few Freemason trust funds) calling the shots, the people have to step in and regulate the monopolies. If these corporations all had a proper and concrete understanding of corporate responsibility there would be no need for central government.

If an employees Mum was ill, the corporation would pay for her hospital bed.

If a road needed fixing so the employees could get to work, the corporation would fix it (with their own bulldozers and employees more than likely. You should see what CBS owns. Go look it up, on your own time.)

World markets and globalisation are at the very heart of the worlds addiction and disassociation (dislocation) epidemic. Gangs, lost souls, attention seeking via wrong methods……. All have a root in the degrading shit that makes up the soil of capitalism. 

AGAIN – Look it all up. BRUCE k ALEXANDER is a good place to start….
There are now copies in OTAGO medical research labs library, MASSEY universities, WELLINGTON PUBLIC…. yes folks – you can change the world. Importing one book at a time…

This poor journalism lass coped well. I have a sneaky suspicion she may have even agreed on some points.

She rang to discuss methadone treatments. She learnt that methadone treatments are shit. But, funny enough, drug addiction is shit too.

Being addicted to capitalism and trading in your wife for the receptionist, spending no time with your kids as you are too busy paying off the nannies new BMW X5… Well, I say give these capitalists some drugs and sell all their houses.

They will then ensure their kids get enough time to develop properly and avoid the pitfalls of the last fifty years of humanity. Lucky kids.

All great societies collapse eventually. Otherwise we would all be running around in white tunics saluting centurions on every second street corner.

Our society of trousers, miniskirts and saluting Vodafone 4G with our I-Phones on every second street corner may self implode in one great big drug fuelled binge. America may have to prostitute it’s own sweet fanny off to pay it’s drug debts to the East.

NZ will learn to speak mandarin in next to no time. Winston Peters will set up private charter schools for that exact purpose. 

And as for the Third Reich falling over… Adolf Hitler wasn’t on crystal meth day and night. No way. Hell no.

IT’S GOOD TO BE BACK

Sorry about writing another 2000 words in the space of two hours. Maybe I should find some dopamine, slow down a little and edit this work. Maybe I should at least research it a bit and put in some APA references. Maybe I should just shut up and turn the heater on, for it is freezing. I just know some of you journalist types will read this and not make sense of some bits. Some of the doctors and researchers who read this will never see the interesting bits as there is far too much garbage. I, myself, will not read it, preferring to maintain a fragile self esteem intact. I am one of the worlds best writers. And that is that. So there.

Actually am sorry to have taken so much time away from this sort of work. Although it may all be relative. 

A relatively good thing.

And we have a new RIGHT Government with a cack handed Prime Minster.

That really is sinister.

Been doing some stuff… Stuff is good.

Fuck me. What a week. Busy as all buggery. Busy as a bee. Busy as a buggered bee being chased by CCDHB mental health staff with their strap on dildos set to “super vibrate”

Monday worked on car all day.Had to work quick. Rain was coming and hole in roof and having no bonnet… Well… It ain’t rocket science.

Tuesday was spent sorting out a poster thing before doing kids football.

Wednesday. Uhm. Fucken too busy. Did not take notice of Wednesday.

Thursday. Oh shit. I was in court all day. Represented myself. I am a really shit lawyer. I did not open one single document before sitting in the court at 11am. I left court ar 3.30pm with the judge saying “I will reserve this decision until 8th September.” At one stage the Judge, the Prosecutor, the court typist and the Police cunt stable in the dock were all laughing with me. Representing yourself has some moments.

Some of those “laugh at me, or laugh with me” ones.

Fucken worth it. Even if the lawyer ….

(old “mate” from twenty years back whom has helped get me some “not guilties” and also got me into the high court for sentencing once — highly recommend that one too….. Got six months instead of two years as high court judges are more used to serious stuff… Managed to get District Court to decline jurisdiction. Awesome) 

Fucken worth it. Even if the lawyer …. May have thought it was incredibly silly not to open the documents until after the case had started. The prosecutor and the judge may have thought so too. But at the end of the day, the pig shits and the prosecutor really were looking very much like “oh shit”. Not like “smarmy” or “smart” or “confident” or “arrogant” in the slightest.

Dickheads. Just as I have some crap tattoo’s, the worlds shittest hair cut and have a little trouble opening envelopes for three months…… You think I am stupid?

Hahahahaha.

Don’t know if I can appeal for “really useless lawyering” after they find me guilty. Probably not. But what the fuck. Heard a few lawyers joking that I had missed my calling and should have been a lawyer. Idiots. I would have been bared and censored long ago. Maybe even shot by some Judge after blowing up her car.

😉

 

So, really. A lot of stuff done. Am getting to grips with this RITALIN crap. Am using slightly more than prescribed. Maybe 60 or 70mg a day rather than 50mg. But it is now 3am, and I’ve got to a point where I can stop working on the poster. Spent five hours doing that from 10pm. All afternoon was spent doing 3D graphics whilst kid proves she is MINECRAFT ANONYMOUS requirement. This morning was kids football coach.

2x1m graffix for Otago University presenting at a rather flash addiction conference. Wish I was going!

A preview of my 2x1m graffix for a local medical research university presenting at a rather flash addiction conference. Wish I was going!

 

A busy little life.

And not one “Hi, I am NZFIEND, and I am an addict” has passed my jaded old lips for three weeks.

You know what?

WHAT?

I feel BETTER for not being with a bunch of N.A members.

Bloody seriously?

They were a help for three months giving up and doing withdrawals.
But if this last week is anything to go by –

FUCK IDENTIFYING AS AN ADDICT.

Identify as a kids football coach. Identify as a mechanic. Identify as a designer. Identify as a helper, a giver, a candlestick maker. Identify as male prostitute.

 

Just don’t identify as an addict.

She’ll be right mate.

DEPENDENCE, ADDICTION, JUNKIES

Junkies.
Everyone knows them.

They are the visable face of PROBLEMATIC ADDICTIONS.

The acknowledged poster childs for RECOVERY.

Addicts.
Can YOU spot one? Bet you can’t.

They could be the face of corporates. Functioning addicts maybe. Addicted to what or whom is another matter. A matter discussed at length previously on these well thought and amazingly well researched pages I like to term “the worlds shittest blog”.

Addict comes from the old meaning of “being slave to a master”. Or more accurately (IMO) the term of use as in a master — “here is my slave, he is now your addict”.

The supply chain dynamic of the illicit drug supply may be the drug addicts only problem.

The drug addict may have huge problems. May lose all teeth. May become a poster child for death and recovery.

Dependant.
Oh come on – World Health Pussy cats and your PC crap.

Do not give the green light for the world using DEPENDANT instead of ADDICT. For fucksake people.

I was a junkie.

I am an addict.

I am dependant on my car to travel to the shops as my back is sore.

I am not addicted to my car.

I am dependant on taking pain killers to work as a builder.

I become addicted to pain killers as increasing amounts are required.

I develop a PROBLEMATIC ADDICTION.

I become a junkie.

I am still dependant on my car mind you.

All this has been said previously by me. A lot has been said previously by me. Hopefully it will make one person in the world think a little.

Try thinking a lot.

Try Bruce K Alexander. Rat Park