New Writing

I took a break from writing for a while. This whole experience--getting ready to leave, leaving, arriving, and settling in--has been really good for me in the sense that it has started me writing again. This is the first page of a project tonight and something I've been wanting to write for a little while now. It's about heroin. Unfortunately, I've had a handful of people around me deal with heroin addiction and it sparked something inside me I had to write about. If you don't want to read this, I won't be offended. But if you're interested, if you've been an avid follower of what I produce, here's a preview. 

Black Tar

Hero or Villain.

No one ever thinks they’ll turn out to be a heroin addict. No mother would ever look at her child and consider, even for the briefest moment, that they would grow up to be a junkie. No kindergarten teacher ever looks at a single one of their students and envisions them 15 years later, on bloody hands and knees, with sweat running from every pour, as they comb a dirty kitchen floor in search of a used needle so that they can shoot black tar into their median cubital vein and watch the poison race down their arm. No one ever thinks they’ll become the villain in their own story. But the fact of the matter is most people are only still the hero of their story by default; they are only still the hero by definition—because it is their story. If the story were told from any other perspective, most people would find that they are undoubtedly and undeniably the antagonist—the villain. No one ever thinks they’ll wake up one morning on the living room floor with a dirty needle still hanging from their arm with no recollection of how long they’ve been strung out except for the pile of mail crammed through the slot in the door. But sometimes, that happens. It happens more often than you, or I, or any other part of society might want to admit. My name is Kris Watson, and it happened to me.

“…and I’m addicted to heroin.”

It was a long road into hell and an even longer road back out. I didn’t just pick up a syringe full of junk one day and become an addict. There was never a morning where I woke up and thought to myself “I’d like to try heroin today.” It was sort of a long process, but in many other ways, it took me over so quickly, so suddenly, and so violently, that I never stood a chance.

Hope you enjoyed. 

I'll post something a little more cheery tomorrow. 

~Daniel