When I was a teenager in the mid-1980s, I got in trouble with Nancy Reagan and I wound up in a long-term adolescent drug treatment center in Sioux City, Iowa.
One day we were going around the room, everybody telling his "drug of choice." I said, "pot," since pot was the only drug I'd ever tried. Jim from Council Bluffs said booze. Big black Clarence, from Omaha, said, "cocaine," and everybody gasped.
Then it was Tommy D.'s turn.
Tommy D. was from Ames, Iowa. Tommy was handsome, friendly, and not too bright.
"What's your drug of choice, Tommy?" the counselor asked.
"Huffin' gas."
"Huffin' gas, Tommy? Is your drug of choice?"
"Yeah, I guess so."
"How do you huff gas?" one of us asked.
"You fill a Coke bottle with gas, and you huff and huff and huff and huff."
"And what happens?"
"You get this terrific buzz for about 10 seconds, and then you pass out and wake up a few minutes later with a terrific headache."
So it goes with America (yes, including me, goddamnit), and Donald Trump.
I just hope we don't kill too many brain cells before we discover there's a better drug than this.
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