I’d ask if they have no shame, but we all know the answer to that.
Ah the Schadenfreude!
First, the stone which was cast:
David Carr: “If it’s Kansas, Missouri, no big deal. You know, that’s the
dance of the low-sloping foreheads. The middle places, right? [pause]
Did I just say that aloud?”
Crack-heads writing for the Tired Gray Crone should think before casting such aspersions:
Every addict is formed in the crucible of the memory of that first hit.
Even as the available endorphins attenuate, the memory is right there.
By 1985, I tried freebasing coke and its more prosaic sibling, crack.“Crackhead” is an embarrassing line item to have on a résumé. If meth
tweakers had not come along and made a grab for the crown — meth makes
you crazy and toothless — crackheads would be at the bottom of the
junkie org chart. In the beginning, smokable cocaine fills you with
childlike wonder, a feeling that the carnival had come to town and
chosen your cranium as the venue for its next show. There is only one
thing that appeals after a hit of crack, and it is not a brisk walk
around the block to clear one’s head. Most people who sample it get a
sense of its lurid ambush and walk away.Many years later, my pal Donald sat in a cabin in Newport, Minn.,
staring into a video camera I had brought and recalling the crackhead
version of me.
I’ll take those folks from flyover country with the alleged “low-sloping foreheads” over a crack head any day of the week and twice on Sundays.
UPDATE: Bryan Preston of PJM writes:
Aside: The New York Times is now known to hire illegal aliens and crackheads. Just sayin’.
The alleged Paper of Record is the Paper With a Record.
Indeed!
