junkie

I watched a good documentary last night on an artist I'd never heard of before. Phil Ochs. 

Like an abscess, once the infection is introduced it will run its course until resolution is reached. A prick of the skin lets in some pathogen which the body detects as intrusive and quickly enough a train of events is set in place which will soon have the offending pathogen/s washed out in a flood of hemo-serous fluid commonly called pus.
 

I ended up putting my day's adventures in news, as it's factual and relevant to all IV drug users, especially those in the Brisbane area. Here's a link to it.

Isn't the Internet wonderful! I typed Mae Hong Son 1995 into Google Images and scrolled through and found, to my delight a picture from the prison where I had stayed in the first of this lot. I downloaded the pic and used it for something then took a closer look to try and work out where and when in particular the picture was taken when I realised from the clothing that it must have been the same time of the year.

With the coming of summer this place is coming back to life after what has been a quiet winter. Drano upstairs is getting loudly pissed on rum with Mick (the Man). Mick is the 40 year old who bashed a recent amputee to move in on the woman he was bludging off. Ned is an unfortunate sort of woman who has several daughters all remote and distant, a junkie in Sydney, another in a psych hospital permanently and the third in Adelaide where she hopes to move soon. The details are beyond me but she had been the consort of a park drunk for years before moving here where he followed of course.

This is a draught so any suggestions are welcome for the help they can provide for the next rewrite.

The anti-Vietnam war protests in the late sixties made an impression along with the war itself and a generalised sense that ‘things are not all they seem’ gave rise to a desire to see ‘things as they are’, a self-serving exercise that can easily absorb a lifetime. Along with protests against the war came protests against everything and a social paradigm of consumerism predicated on global rape became the focus for so many different protests it is as if a convulsive change in our society is inevitable and also a good thing.

The twenty first century has got off to a strong start for all consumers, bred from a century of war they are so full of trepidation there is nothing that cannot serve as an obstacle to achieving anything worthwhile. Those with such a thin skin even cyberspace leaves them open to attack, settle for a paycheck to pay off the man and get the corpus to work and back.

Remember village life? It was glorious especially in a not too tropical not too temperate climate beside or near a good river with a few decent creeks around and plenty of room to grow, collect and hunt food and other necessities. Life was hard but so were we and what couldn't be endured usually killed us so acceptance was easy. Education wasn't too good but there was plenty of work opportunities and that's always where the real learning takes place.