Strange times in the life of the Gonzo freelance journalist.  Missed deadlines and bad paranoia.  You know the paranoia is bad when you sink to keeping a hammer and baseball bat behind the counter at work for your protection. Crazy thing about living here, I leave 'The Lab' and I never know if I�m gonna get rolled over by some Oxycontin case with a bad case of 'The Fear' looking for money to fund  his nasty habit.  Strange s***.  Oxycontin may become the 21st century answer to the Great San Francisco Acid Frenzy, as Hunter Thompson called it., or maybe that's only in West Virginia.  The Great WV Oxy Craze. Yeah that works.  Savages. They are all savages, surviving on some hopped up animal instinct.  Their only means to survive, as it were, is to pump more Oxy into their system. Between this and this stupid war in Iraq, we could see the downfall of the Civilized world.

As I said earlier, times are strange in the life of this journalist.  Having two part time jobs and spending more time in your car than with your family and friends, while still struggling to make the monthly nut so you can keep those vicious hyenas at the credit card/student loan/car insurance agencies off your ass can drive even the sanest man to insane things.  Perhaps I too should look into the numbing effects of Oxycontin. No no. Can't do that. Can't turn into one of Them, that would be wrong and degrade my integrity as a journalist. Besides, my attorney advises against it. But, on the other hand, why should I listen to that rotten bastard. Sure, he pulls the fat out of the proverbial fire from time to time. But, recently, when I needed him the most,  he ran at the first sign of trouble to go sniff after a girl who was probably hopped up on E and Whiskey, leaving me to sink and deal with the cops.  That is the life of a Prosecutor...stay away. Run far. Never know if YOU might have to be in on the trial.  Bastard.

Enough of that, back to the central point. Oxys, for all their foul glory, have in all likelihood crept into the world of entertainment and music. But  I can't wait for Oxys to become such a problem in that realm that you can't help but notice. As it is now, the vicious brutes who use the stuff probably go to their Billion Dollar doctors and get the stuff legally, as it were. I can't wait until it becomes a problem so bad that it defies explanation. The stench would be almost intoxicating itself. Can't you just see someone like Keith Richards strung out on those? Wait, that's a bad example.  Keith probably lives on a steady breakfast of Oxy, Weed and Whiskey..along with his Camel non-filters and Cheerios.  With a side of E thank ya kindly.  But, even still, the possibilities of Oxy in the world of entertainment are fantastic.  I can close my eyes and see Dr Phil spouting out his senseless bulls***, completely twisted on Oxy.  And, you thought he was strange without drugs. And, really, isn't it entirely POSSIBLE that Mariah Carey is already choking down a handful of Oxys a day? How else do you explain "Glitter"?

Now that I think about, maybe someone should slip some Oxys to that Oil Barron who calls himself President.  Maybe he'd FORGET about the war (which the civilized world wants him to do anyway) and his seeming threat to use Nukes on those buggers across the Pond.  Goddamnit. We really do live in times of Fear and Loathing.  I mean, there are people RIGHT NOW who think the Space Shuttle Columbia disaster was a work of TERRORISTS. Yikes.  That, friends, is what we call TRUE Paranoia.

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