I found this tonight, combing over various blogs, and I'll have to say that it cut right to the bone, illuminating the trials and tribulations of one man's fight with drug addiction. While I don't pretend to have any experience in my own life I can even remotely begin to assume to have a parallel to this story of addiction, I found it both fascinating and harrowing -- having been through something similar with a friend who hit bottom and we bailed out, only to have him turn against us.

I only hope that everyone who faces down an addiction like this finds the way out in a faster method. Kevin is truly a better man than I was.

Until that day at the Rec Center.

Walt and I had just come back from our weekly new comics run, and were quietly sitting in the Rec library, bagging and boarding our books. The kids hadn’t gotten out of school yet, so it was deaf-child silent in the building, save the metal rantings of King Diamond emanating on low volume from a nearby boom-box. Then, suddenly, the stillness was shattered, as a sent-home-from-school-early Mewes kicked the Rec door open, marched into the building Groucho Marx style, and proceeded to fellate everything somewhat phallic in the room.

Walt and I watched with wonder as Mewes grabbed a pool cue and pretended to suck it off. Losing interest, he ran up to the phone on the front desk, grabbed the receiver from the cradle, and pretended to suck that off. He grabbed the flag pole and did the same. He grabbed a whiffle ball bat and did the same. This went on for twenty minutes, with seemingly no regard for our presence whatsoever. He never looked at us as if to say “Are you seeing this shit?” He never looked at us at all. He didn’t seem to care that we were even there. This wasn’t a show for our benefit. It was as if he’d been walking around Highlands moments earlier, took a gander at his watch, and was like “Wow – it’s two o’clock. I’d better get down to the Rec and suck everything off.” The kid had an agenda, and he was actively fulfilling it.

It was when he finally reached the Rec’s only video game – a standard “Asteroids” kiosk that time had forgotten – that he finally paused. Studying it momentarily and finding nothing dick-like to pretend to suck off, he seemed stymied. There was no joystick to give him purchase; just a roller ball and a fire button. Walt and I watched with great curiosity, waiting to see how he’d overcome this unforeseen obstacle.

After what felt like five minutes, Mewes shrugged, bent down to the game controls, and started working the roller ball like it was a clit - his tongue darting in and out of his mouth, lapping at the orb as he spun it with his finger.

That’s

I read the entire 9 part story and it's quite something. I guess if you've been close to an addict, nothing here is too surprising, but it was fascinating to me because of the people involved.

The character of Jason Mewes was striking -- on the one hand a serious addict and on the other, an actor with the werewithal to memorize not just his lines, but every line from every character in the movie (Dogma) before the table readings, just to be really sure he wouldn't fuck up.

Anyway, if you've any attachment to the films at all, i think it's required reading.

-k