So………. I started writing this book some time ago. Wrote about twenty pages when life intervened and I stopped. Now, here we go again. The last couple of weeks, I have been thinking more and more about just what I want to accomplish. To get my mind in shape for this project I ordered several books. Some for research and others for method and style. Generally, I have decided to take things I know about, take my basic take on the things I have seen that will embody the meat of this book. Then I decided that it would be a first person narrative about the pot industry in this area. But it is going to be a fictional story molded by some actual events. I have decided that the narrator is a hard boiled, jaded man of fifty some who comes to this area with a lot of baggage. What he finds in his fictional life does nothing to change his view of human nature.
Regardless of what marijuana purists would have you believe, my experience has shown me that, at least in this area, the growing of pot has been influenced by the use of other drugs. Some people use pot as an alternative to other drugs, others use it to finance the purchase of other drugs. Very few people over the age of thirty have used pot exclusively. I have personally met only one single person who uses pot for its medicinal properties only. Most use it to get high, all else is hype or rationalization.
So given my belief that there are a significant number of people who came to the medical marijuana community as growers, have at one time or another used meth. For that reason, I am giving meth a voice in this book. I have never done meth. I have used cocaine. I have used ecstasy. In the few years prior to writing this sentence, I smoked a lot of pot. My drug of choice is alcohol. I have given up all other drugs including pot. I have never used prescription drugs. My current research includes a book on the history and use of meth, ‘No speed Limit’ and a book by William S. Burroughs, ‘Junk-y.’ For style and method of writing, I’m going to read books by Elmore Leonard, Dashiell Hammett, Agatha Christie and oddly enough, James Joyce.
William S. Burroughs was a rich kid who lived off his parents during his youth. In his thirties he got into drugs. He used heroin, (was actually an addict), cocaine, pot, bennies, opium, morphine, peyote, and alcohol. This was in the 1940’s and 50’s. He cleaned up in the 1960’s.
So, after getting a good start, with really no moral or purpose for writing this book, other than to see If I could make some money, I am going to try and make it some sort of literature. I will leave you with the last two paragraphs of Burroughs book ‘Junk-y.’ At this point in his life, he had left America to Mexico to avoid prosecution. While in Mexico, he accidently killed his wife, was actively using drugs and still looking for a mystical fix…(junk in the following paragraphs is heroin, yage is a drug he has just heard about, supposed to have telepathic qualities)
“I decided to go down to Columbia and score for yage. Bill Gains is squared away with Old Ike. My wife and I are separated. I am ready to move on south and look for the uncut kick that opens out instead of narrowing down like junk.
Kick is seeing things from a special angle. Kick is momentary freedom from the claims of the aging, cautious, nagging, frightened flesh. Maybe I will find in yage what I was looking for in junk and weed and coke. Yage may be the final kick.”