Abs is in full Whitney Houston mode. She watches every segment of every show chronicling the death of one of America’s greatest singers. She’s got the down stairs television and the bedroom television churning as details about Houston come out. This isn’t unusual for my news hound wife. We lost her when Michael Jackson died. She disappeared right from the face of the Earth.
Her body still roamed the house. Her mind was elsewhere. She was like one of those ghosts I wrote about at the South Lyon Hotel.
Part of this is people from our older generation are dropping like flies. For the most part it is not through natural causes. Drug abuse played a part in the deaths of Jackson and Houston. They should still be singing and entertaining people. They were young people with spirit and energy and talent. Their problem is they were not on a natural high.
I do not know what addiction feels like. I’ve never tried cocaine, or crack or heroine. And I never wanted to. Hard drugs always scared me. I attended a party in my 20′s and stumbled into a room where people were snorting coke. I got out of there as quickly as possible. My friends know to hide any drugs they have when I visit them in my old west side Detroit neighborhood. They know I do not use. And they do not want to risk a police raid with me in the house.
I sat in a hospital room with an old girlfriend watching her brother die because of drug abuse.
Drugs are all around. Often they are closer than you think. During my Uncle Zeke’s funeral a shaken woman gave me a tiny bag filled with cocaine and said somebody dropped it in the funeral home. She wanted to know what we should do about it. I went to an alley sewer and disposed of it as quickly as possible.
Do you know what my vice is? A Blue Moon, a Bud lite, a glass of wine or a Long Island Ice Tea. I will hang at the bar and knock a few back with you. But the hard stuff scares me. I do not know the lure of hard drugs and I have no interest in finding out. They ruin lives and take life away.
If you want to call me a wimp, then go ahead. I just don’t want the next drug victim from our generation to be me.
Now Abs would really hate that.