Nice “Drug Abuse” Photos

Some cool drug abuse images:

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Image by twintermute
Had trouble getting to sleep again last night. But for once I remembered to relax. Breathe in, one long breath.

(One day in 6th grade the police officer from the DARE program taught us deep breathing. Only useful thing I got out of that fluffy, pettable charade. I’m not sure what it had to do with drug abuse resistance, but I’ll take it.)

Then I had a dream. I was at work – but not real-life work. An office I’d never seen before. Classier than the real one. Dark, yellow toned, with glass doors – in atmosphere, not unlike this picture.

I was sitting at a computer when Julia popped her head through the door and asked me to fix some kind of problem. I went through the door and sat down at a different computer. There was video: footage of the crowd at a sporting event, perhaps a football game, zoomed in on just a couple of people.

One of the people was a dark figure, like a nazgul, on stilts, leaning forward, playing a kazoo. This was the problem I was supposed to fix. I rewound the tape, looked closely at it. Then I was inside it – I was seeing the stadium through its eyes, I was it. Or it was –

Then I was awake, in my room. I mean, I was really awake. But I felt the sensation of someone or something pressing on me, hugging me. I sensed hostility; it was trying to get inside me. But I wasn’t panicked, or even afraid. No adrenaline rush. I just observed. It hugged me, then seemed to pass through my head and shoulders, then hugged me again, and then it was gone.

Now I’m not one to believe in evil presences haunting me at night. But this was all very distinct and, if I may say, surprising. I figure part of my brain was still dreaming while the other part was awake – but it must have been a pretty fucking big part.

After it was over I felt good – a perfect temperature, and a little tingly. Was I now possessed by an evil spirit, like Nick Drake after his seance? Or had I finally kicked it out? That would explain a lot about this millennium, if I’ve been possessed by an evil spirit all this time. And why was it playing a kazoo?

A noise from the kitchen triggered a residual shiver – that’s it, Chung must have made a noise, and it woke me up in the middle of the dream, while my brain was busy rewiring itself to obey kazoo music. Lauren is behind it.

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there is a stamp store near my apartment. these are from ukraine – the one on the right of this three-stamp strip warns against drug abuse. basically: "no drugs!"

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Afghan drug addicts, who say they have recently returned from Iran where they lived as refugees, smoke opium behind a mud wall in Kabul, Afghanistan Sunday May 15, 2005. Afghanistan, the world’s largest producer of opium and heroin, on Sunday launched the first comprehensive survey of drug abuse among its own population. Surveyors will conduct 3,000 interviews of addicts and others and draw on data such as prison and hospital records to gauge a problem exacerbated by the return of refugees from neighboring Pakistan and Iran, the Ministry of Counternarcotics said. (AP Photo/David Guttenfelder)