I'm a terrible waitress. I know this because I’ve been fired from every waitressing job I’ve ever had, and this is not a great thing if you’re an unemployed actor who needs a rent-paying gig that offers both flexibility (for auditions) and enough cash to keep you afloat (between acting jobs). It was 2006, and I was stuck between a rock and a hard place. But then a major TV network flew me from New York to Los Angeles to screen test for a sit-com pilot, and I landed at LAX with $500 to my name and a certainty that THIS was the gig that would finally put me on [...]
Maybe we should talk about Cat Marnell now? Or, maybe not?
What do you think?
The first night she told me, "Please don't ask me to have sex with you, because I will." So I didn't, though I really wanted to. I probably couldn't have anyway, because of the all the drugs.
In Rancho Santa Fe a vacant home in the 18000 block of Avenida Alondra was targeted. The $5 million – 10,000 square foot mansion was host to nearly 400 teenagers. Deputies found drugs, alcohol and a live DJ.
Apparently, kids are still throwing parties in big houses meant for adults, except now they've found some that don't come with any furniture, antique photographs, or shampoo bottles to do anything to. Back in my day, we stuck to abandoned, carpetless, auto factories — and hotels that used to host visitors to said auto factories. The youth of today have it too easy, is what I'm saying. [via]
Kelly Bourdet on the affluence gap between addicts on maintenance regimens (as opposed to, right, that scene from Trainspotting) who can get Suboxone ("bupe") in the privacy of their doctor's office, and lower income or uninsured addicts who are stuck with methadone and the associated hoops:
The disease model of addiction is widely perceived as resulting in a decrease in stigma. (It could be argued that popular culture's obsession with celebrity—and their high rates of substance abuse—has done more.) Yet the stigma persists, especially for people who live on the margins because of the color of their skin or the size of their income—those who stand in line at [...]
"I saw a spider on the wall and the spider says, 'hello.' And I said, 'hello, yourself.'" —Famed author and neurologist, etc. , Oliver Sacks, wrote about doing drugs for this week's New Yorker. In the event that you're not a subscriber OR that this here sentence is morphing into a cartoon about that gang of tiny pink cats who keep trying to zip you up into your sleeping bag, you can simply listen to him speak on the subject over at their podcast.
I met up with Debi in the center of town. It was our second week of summer vacation; I was 17 and she was 15. I plopped down on the grass next to her, where she'd gathered a bunch of dandelions in her lap.
“Do you have mine?”
Debi nodded and produced an abused-looking tinfoil rectangle. She unwrapped it and there was a much smaller red rectangle inside, perforated into four tiny squares.
“I took one a little while ago,” she said. “I’m starting to feel it.”
She handed me the package. I tore one square off and put it on my tongue. “What do you want to do now?”[...]
"It was like I was inside the book." —Some pros and cons of Ritalin.
What is your access to drugs like? Are they locked in some huge magic cupboard? Do friends bug you for painkillers and stuff? Do professors/doctors give you One Big Talk about the morals of drug-guarding, and the responsibilities of prescribing, or is it perpetual? Do you know people who've given drugs to their friends? Also can you give me some drugs?
Access to drugs is basically nonexistent. In the hospital, residents and physicians can order drugs (med students can’t because we don’t know anything), but only the nurses get and administer them. In clinics and doctor’s offices, I guess students could probably access the free sample closet (I’ve been in [...]