I ran into someone I used to know the other day. We stopped and talked for a bit, catching up on the last 25 years in 5 minutes. He was telling me about his job and his girlfriend, but all I could think about was the last time I saw him, 25 years ago. He was strung-out and he couldn’t find any drugs that night, so in the ultimate act of desperate craving, he ate a box of suppositories. Right there on the sidewalk in front of the Alex Hotel, long since demolished, I watched him eat a box of suppositories.
He’s nowhere near as pathetic today as he was that night, and it’s really a wonder he’s still alive, though neurologically damaged…but to me he will always be the guy who ate the suppositories. Some things can never be erased.
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