TOXIC PSYCHOSIS - HOW YOU HANDLE THIS - IS WHAT SEPARATES THE MEN FROM THE BOYS.
"When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro." Hunter S. Thompson.
HOW TO SURVIVE WEIRD AND BIZARRE SITUATIONS IN PUBLIC, WHEN YOU ARE INCAPACITATED ON DRUGS, WITHOUT BEING ARRESTED
How to survive bizarre life-threatening
situations when you`re seeing things or hearing
voices, staying cool all the while and speaking
meaningless platitudes to the people you are with, resisting, all the while, an overpowering urge to flee:
(a) when you`re walking with your boss and his wife, making polite conversation, and your dead granny is whispering across the parking lot;
(b)when you discover that your true love has a lizard`s tongue but you have to go to her mother`s for
dinner anyway;
(c)when you know your own mother is a spy for the Nazis...
and the Nazis that very moment are hunting you;
(d) when you`re sure you`re hearing hounds approaching;
(e) when you hear: "Hands up! We have this place
surrounded!" and you`re sure the amplified voice is
real;
(f) when you are eating in a fern bar and the ferns are alive!
These are times when you`ve got to get a grip. If you keep you face looking calm and you walk right through the ugliness, you have a chance to escape.
If a hallucinated person is real, he`ll tap you on the shoulder. Or put the cuffs on you, which is exactly what you`re expecting!
Chances are that`s not going to happen unless you`ve really been acting like a dork all over the place, or you`re losing motor function... ie: If you`re coming up Main Street walking like a crab .... then, yeah,
you`ll get picked up.
Once they`ve got you, do not say one coherent word! Say nothing in English. If you`re really whacked any attempt at explaining yourself is just going to get you more time, especially if you`re on a serious drug and you have more of that drug hidden on your person.
If they believe you are inarticulate and mumbling like a beast, they won`t bother asking any questions. Drooling a bit never hurts. The idea is to disgust the cops so all they do is toss you in a drunk cell for the night. Then you`ll get out in the morning.
If the police think you`re a hopeless drunk, they`ll
leave you alone.
This one is hard to pull off, though. It`s difficult to hide MANIA behind a shambling, drooling drunk act. There are a lot of keen-eyed cops out there. And mania is like a bright light bulb in a crowd, especially drug-induced mania.
You gotta keep your head down, your eyes down, and for God`s sakes, don`t smile!
Don`t give `em one of those big-eyed maniac
smiles, wide toothy grin. What that look says is:
"I`M INSANELY HAPPY BEYOND ALL REASON AND THIS JAIL MEANS NOTHING TO ME...you won`t hold me more than an hour!"
" I`m going go to across the street, steal a Cadillac, then pick up some hookers and an ounce of blow
and accelerate out of here and toot my horn while someone TOOTS MY HORN, if you catch my drift."
This is not a pose you want to project, even if you feel like you`re levitating... and you have to hang on to the grill of your car to just stay on earth and keep from floating away into the stratosphere...and you really believe it
No, stick with the dumb disgusting drunk act. If you can look dirty, or better - filthy...FILTHY...FILTHY! The new policeman of today won`t want to touch you --- these guys are making 80,000 dollars a year... They`re not labourers anymore.... They`re professionals.... The old expression: "FIVE TEN, GRADE TEN" no longer applies, and maybe never did.
The new young policeman is upper middle class and he`s NOT going to want to get down on his knees in the sewers and the alleys with you... in all the places where we love to do our drugs... all the filthy holes! Har! Har! Don`t expect any visits down there.
Except we do not want to hide in filthy places, either,
we are not longer criminal, and we no longer accept being classified as such.
TALK ON FIRST PRINCIPLES - OUR MOST BASIC RIGHT
________________________________________________
(Brief socio-political speech: excuse me)
We are no longer criminals --- we are the new and rising class of civil rights libertarians who demand
freedom to explore our own Consciousness, through the use of biochemical research.... This age is coming, and don`t think it`s not... Your Consciousness is as much your own as your Soul is.... and one is not so different from the other: the two are interrelated. In fact, they are one in the same.
Your Consciousness/your Soul is not the province of any government... and this one day will be one of our basic rights - the RIGHT to explore the LAST FRONTIER.... the inner Mind, the journey within.
The VISION PLANTS are a symbiotic need, essential as a fuel and a ground for this Journey.
Our most basic RIGHT - THE RIGHT TO DEVELOP OUR OWN CONSCIOUS SOUL, and the right to research same.
This right and principal will be bound inextricably into our most fundamental law. In America, it will be an Amendment to the Constitution; in Canada, it will be one of the freedoms enshrined in our Bill of Rights.
It will happen because it has to happen. This is the next direction of our Development, this is the LAST FRONTIER - THE JOURNEY WITHIN.
We must facilitate this inevitable step in our evolution.., consciousness must become Consciousness. And how do you think this necessary evolutionary step will happen. NOT by ignoring the Mind.
Some Politicians will argue against this principle.
But they are Reactionaries and FOOLS, and they will cast themselves on the trashheap of history through their
scare tactics and small "m" moralizing and their own
shortsightedness.
Through the limited experiments that I have done,
I can tell you we can travel a long way with the Human Mind.( and by `mind` I mean `mind-heart-soul`)
It is the Vehicle that will take us into our new lives
IF we take this step - our future is scintillating and exciting, and surprising.
A great philosopher said; We are too late for the gods,
but too early for Being.
Well, right now we`re getting ready for Being, and there`s no stopping the process: the groundswell is overwhelming.
If we let the Fear-Mongers rule us and we do not
journey into this real Last Frontier, we will sink farther back into the IRON AGE and death.
For now, experimentation is a game of hide and seek we must play with the Authorities, and we might as well enjoy it.
By the way, in a real Democracy, the Soverign
agent is always the Individual, not the government.
The government is not our "Daddy" telling us what`s
right and wrong.
We are daddy.
I am daddy, and it`s best not to fuck with Santa.
BACK TO URBAN SURVIVAL WHEN INCAPACITATED
____________________________________________
Once you`re in the cell tossed away like yesterday`s news, you can deal with your stash so you won`t lose it.
But, boy, if they sense mania or any form of toxic psychosis you`re in for a longer visit... 30 to 60 to 90 days... Perhaps for a psychiatric assessment, and that`s something none of us wants....+
+(Though, if you have a troubled past of abuse
or violence, a psych assessment can save your life. It
sure saved me --- with the hard work and care of more than one fine doctor).
If you are crazed on PCP, still try and act drunk - though I doubt you`ll fool anybody... You`ll look too primal. And whether you know it or not, you`re probably grunting and making snarling noises...
I got strapped to a guerny one time in a hospital and the howls, snarls and savage roars I was making kept the whole floor awake. I was not trying to do this, you must understand I`m a considerate guy. I was making these sounds without knowing I was doing it. The sounds were just part of my one million years B.C. self.
Every time I get really crazed I run into the same Doctor, Doctor Bloch, I`ll call her. I`m either snarling, vomiting in her office, or making speeches. I don`t know why I keep running into her; it`s like fate or something
Her names starts with a B. She knows who she is. I find her quite attractive. I`d ask her out for a date, but having witnessed the monstrosities she`s witnessed, not to mention the array of personalities... my chances for a date are
sub zero.
I seem to remember she made a few speeches herself, but of course I was too intoxicated to remember a word. I was admiring the shape of her skull* as she was scolding me.
Remember, Intoxication is an art and a sport. The idea is to get more out of the time you`re having, than the time you`re having is taking out of you...
The name of the game is to have a good enough time that you want to keep on living.
It`s very definite `edgework.`
There`s nothing better than to remember those moments when you`ve been riding the crest of the wave. And you know that this time is your time and there will be no other, and you rose to the occasion, you challenged the day and won... because you cab laugh.
Man can you laugh!
Some of these stories aren`t quite so funny.I`ll
tell them anyway. It`s best to be prepared.
(i) one guy lit his house on fire then cut off
both his big toes because they looked as if
they didn`t belong to his body....he thought maybe he was allergic to his own toes.(PCP story from the net)
(ii) A rapper thought his girlfriend was
the devil, so he tore open her chest and ate
her lung; he was found standing in the middle
of the street covered in blood staring up at the sky.
He made no attempt to run away
(iii) Houstin (sp?) plucked out his own eye
trying to go to heaven.
(Got this from Urban Dictionary... rappers
names were cited... Houstin? Big Lurch?)
Not a good idea this standing in the
middle of the road staring up at the sky -
even if you`re undergoing a spiritual
awakening - expect time in jail.
p.s.: Acting crazy can be a form
of performance art on a 4-lane stage,
but do not act as if you have a weapon.
They`ll shoot you at sixty feet. They`ll
shoot you down like a dog.
That`s not the kind of applause
you`re looking for.
I can relate to being found standing in the
middle of the road covered in blood, looking up
at the sky ---It happened to me(my own blood mostly).
They locked me up.
If you take the Rasta tack and
shout out to the cops surrounding you: "I swear
allegiance to no authority!" Expect 60 days in solitary confinement before you are taken for a 30 day psychiatric assessment to determine whether or not you`re fit to stand trial...
***
afterward
Nothing like going through a village at 3:00A.M. in the middle of the country on some side highway, and letting her out... Letting your motorcycle finds its pace and roar under the trees, with the sweet smell of hay in your mouth, the fresh plantings in early summer, the sweet young grasses and oats
And roaring through the empty village at 3:00 AM, yes, there is a romance to it, and it`s a romance that will never go away. For you know that moment in your heart
forever.
Not to experience such moments when you`re young,
that would be the tragedy.
It`s these moments that stay with you when your body`s stiff and your`re old and grey and you can hardly move.
Such joys attend you by your bed, and stay with you when you dream, like a lover.
***
MORE of SANTA`S GUIDE TO URBAN SURVIVAL
____________________________________________________________________________
I`ve always found it`s helpful
In those paranoid rocked-out moments when your childhood demons come back to haunt you, and the omniscient Policeman in the sky is watching your every move, to identify your angst: YOU HAVE THE FEAR.
That`s fear with a capital "F".
It`s nothing to be ashamed of... We all get it.
But it has to be handled carefully.
You can do really stupid things when you have
the Fear.
One night in spring I was going to a party
in the West End. A friend was with me. He had five or six
grams of cocaine in his coat pocket. And he was very very high and extremely nervous. He had the Fear. I could hear his shallow rapid breaths.
We were standing on the steps to the front door
waiting to get in to the party. There were about forty
people in a loose line, all waiting.
A police car pulled up to the curb behind us. My pal
was starting to twitch... he was just about to bolt to take off
and run across the backyard next door.
I held him back. Two cops were walking along the line,
one on either side. They were checking everybody out - just routine. No problem, no suspects... just doing their job on a slow night in Toronto.
My friend name was Randy. One cop was walking up the line and passing Randy, when he blurted out:
" O.K., YOU GOT ME! I GOT THIS IN MY POCKET
AND THE REST OF IT`S BACK HOME."
Randy then proceeded to pull out his five, separately
bagged grams of cocaine. The policeman didn`t have to do
any detecting. He just took the drugs as Randy handed
the the baggies over. They took Randy off to jail.
And, sure enough, that night they attended at Randy`s house with his assistance and permission. There they found
another sixty grams of coke!
Because most of the coke was baggied up into grams,
he was convicted of "possession for the purpose of trafficking cocaine" and Randy did two years at Mapplehurst.
That`s what often happens with the Fear - it`s easy to panic. When you freak with panic and do something dumb and obvious, it just makes the policeman`s job too easy.
If you`re passing a cop cruiser on the street. Just walk as normally as you can with your limbs frozen rigid. (It`s O.K. to lurch a bit).
And your twisted mind tells you that cops in the car know
EXACTLY what you`re thinking.... DO NOT BREAK INTO A RUN!
If you walk past a policeman on the street and suddenly break into a run, chances are he`s gonna pursue you . You can try this experiment if you want, but I don`t advise it.
The police are not usually amused by this kind of experimentation on the part of the public.
Right now I`ve got to go and get some FUEL,
so more later. Right here.
*
There is such a thing as SHARED PSYCHOSIS. Some weird form of ESP and who knows what else? When you`ve been smoking rock for days, you are prone to seeing things, as everybody knows. At 25 degrees below zero one night with a 30 mph wind down the lake, I saw a seven foot woman with a low cut black velvet evening gown standing on the ice.
I told Tom and he looked out , too. Damned if he didn`t see the same thing! In fact, he saw several more ladies in evening gowns in a lighted boathouse across the bay. I did, too. They all had drinks in crystal glasses... they were milling about and talking.
All in low-cut formal evening gowns at 30 degrees below zero F. They looked good, too!
I managed to avoid chasing them across the ice barefoot in my underwear.... but the temptation was there.
In the second case, we both saw a troll standing under the porch light of Tom`s back door.
As we were driving away towards town, we looked back and saw the troll. We agreed to compare notes when we got to town - without telling each other a thing.
In town we both make a list of the troll`s clothes... at different tables in Greco`s Pizza. We both got red toque-like hat, a long toque that fell down his back... a brown jacket, check pants. He got a yellow scarf; I didn`t see a scarf. We both
I know this sounds nuts, and maybe we were nuts. But we both saw a short man, slightly bent forward, broad shoulders,
big head. And we saw more or less the same clothes.
I guess we call it SHARED (TOXIC) PSYCHOSIS.
Weird, huh?
The problem with psychosis is that paranoia often comes with it. And a paranoid person is a dangerous person. If the man living next door to the local church takes a large dose of PCP, and he sees 3 nuns walking his way...
He might be sure dark evil minions of Satan are coming to suck his bodily fluids dry and dissolve his bones. And dark long-robed creatures are going to devour the bones of his little dog, too.
He might lurk in the bushes waiting for the robed sisters to make their way through the garden past his house....he might be waiting with a pick-axe. He might already have the hole dug.
There`s a report of a couple who`d been taking P.C.P. for some weeks... The drug became toxic in their systems. They then entered the dangerous dark fairy land of PCP belief systems... They had two boys. One was a little prince
a hero-saviour figure. The other child was the dark one - the Satanic child, born with Satanic knowledge - devious and monstrous and cunning at birth.
The dark child was plotting the death and destruction
of the hero-saviour kid, he who served the light.
It was a very long weekend in the fairy kingdom that family spent together - especially for the kids! I`m not going to tell you the outcome exactly.... But not everybody
survived.
Don`t get me wrong, PCP is a very useful drug - used as animal tranquillizer... It`s also fun for humans, but tiny doses out to be meted out by a "party doctor." Best not
to fuck with that drug at all.
The thing is,with some of these strong drugs like fentanyl and PCP, you lose all your inhibition. And that`s fine if you`re in a happy mood... But if some dark suspicion
crosses your brow and you work yourself into an ugly mood, ooooooo don`t go near that drug, even with a ten foot
barge pole.
You don`t always remember the atrocities you commit.
When the fern in the fern bar where you are eating is ALIVE, you never know what darkness may come in the
night.
While the voice of your dead Grandma whispers to you across the parking lot
.
On discovering your true love has the tongue of a lizard...
