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Life in the Age of Dumb, part 7:
A hopeless addict.
Originally posted Aug 19, 2004
Though The Good Reverend prefers to think of himself as a
non-violent man, violence seems to surround me on a
startlingly regular basis. The same thing applies to crime, and
criminal activities...I do not indulge in them (at least willingly),
but I am surrounded by criminals, thugs, and weirdos. They are
my people, for good or for ill, like it or not.
It's easy to shift the blame onto others, but when you get paid
in pesos on a regular basis, it's time to face facts...The Good
Reverend has, once again, waded in over his head.
Why? Why, indeed...some might say that I have become an
adrenaline junkie...the very worst kind. Crackheads look at me
like they know me, and meth freaks just shake their heads
sadly. Some adrenaline junkies say that the rush of taking off
on a dirt strip while people (that your fucking pilot just ripped
off) try to kill you is better than sex...a disturbing concept, but
on some days it's true.
How did it happen? How did a (somewhat) respectable
mechanic find himself in a shithole like Tecacas, clutching an
ancient AK47 with a broken leaf-spring? Looking back, there
is no easy answer...Richard Nixon would know exactly what
I'm talking about...one day you're re-elected in the largest
landslide since FDR buried poor old Alf Landon alive, and the
next you're on your knees with Henry Kissinger, drunkenly
pleading for help from the portrait of Abraham Lincoln.
The Good Reverend finally understands what Hank Williams
or kill me