Well, I’m just going by Fear And Loathing In Las Vegas, but if I had of had to deal with him, I would have beat the piss out of him.
I guess that would make me a goof too, but I don’t care.
This revelation came about after a conversation the other day. A young guy had asked me if I had ever seen Fear And Loathing, and when I replied that I had, he wanted to know if I loved it. I said I figured it was okay, but that I couldn’t really remember everything. I said that I thought it was based on a true story, and he said it was, and he thought Thompson was a genius, yadda yadda yadda, and something about how he admired him for not giving a shit about authority.
“He’s like me.” He told me. “I fucking love that guy. Fuck law and fuck cops.”
I said “That’s all well and good to say ‘Fuck law and cops’, but sadly we need to have laws and rules, and people to enforce them.”
“Fuck that. We only need two rules. Don’t hurt people, and don’t be fraudulent.”
This is where that plan starts to unravel.
“So who do you get to enforce your two rules?” I asked
“Well, we already have all of these police to do it.”
“So it’s okay to drink and drive?”
“No, that falls under the ‘Don’t hurt people’ rule”
“But they haven’t hurt anyone yet.”
“When they do, they get arrested.”
“It’s too late by then. Somebody is already hurt.”
We then discussed the problem of drugs, drinking, and the fact that there are a lot of folks that don’t know the meaning of moderation. This other guy that was there, he drinks two beer on his half hour drive home from work every day.
I said “Look at John. He drinks and drives every day. I know that he can drink twice that many and still be okay to drive. His second beer wouldn’t even be fully into him by the time he got home. He has the same routine every day, and I don’t have a problem with it. I know he’s fine to drive, and he knows that too, but it doesn’t matter to the cops, because they can’t trust that he’s only had two, or that he’s really just going home.”
“Well, he shouldn’t be arrested for that.”
“What about if he really was just driving around getting shitfaced, and could potentially kill an entire family?”
“Yeah, he should get arrested until he sobers up.” He told me.
“But he hasn’t hurt anyone, and when he does, those people are already dead.”
“Yeah, that’s true. I guess there has to be other rules, but I don’t think it’s fair that a guy can go to a bar and get hammered, then go home and beat the shit out of his wife and only get a slap on the wrist, but someone else can get caught with two hits of ecstasy in his pocket, and he goes to jail. Women are allowed to cut a fetus out of their body, and I don’t agree with that, but it’s their body, so I don’t try and stop them. What drugs I put in my body is my business”
“You’re right, but with drugs, it’s not the taking that’s dangerous. It’s what you do while you’re all fucked up. You might get cracked out and decide that you are invincible and do something to someone else. It’s also probably because they can’t figure out how to tax it.”
I think he kind of agreed, and it wasn’t because I was so persuasive, but maybe he just realized that everything isn’t cut and dry. I learned that a few years ago myself. You need to care about shit, and just because you want to get high, doesn’t mean that the people who are trying to stop you are wrong. They just think differently than you do. You may know what you’re like after dropping a couple of hits of acid, but they only know the stories of kids diving off of buildings because they think that they can fly. They aren’t out there to ruin your fun, they just want to keep people safe. I think. Well, most of them do anyhow, and let’s face it, no one should be doing acid. At least that shit I tried a few times in the 90’s. There’s a reason I have never had an urge to do it again.
There are always going to be things that some people find immoral or dangerous, but there are also going to be people who want to try them. It doesn’t make you a bad person to experiment with drugs, but going from experience I can say that there are a lot of people that don’t know the meaning of moderation. This is where drug laws come into account. Do you think there would have ever been a problem if all people did was sit around a living room or campfire with a water pipe and a big bag of cheezies?
Of course there wouldn’t be. No one would have ever been hurt, except for the odd burnt lip from eating marshmallows while they’re still on fire. Surely nothing bad enough to pass a law over. They pass laws because most people don’t know when to stop. They just need to get a little bit higher.
They are the reason that almost every camp in the oilfields have anti alcohol and drug policies now. Aaron and I, and just about every other person working out there used to like to have a few drinks after work and unwind after our twelve hour shift. It was a nice way to relax before bed, and combined with a few games of cards, was almost like having a social life in the middle of nowhere. The problem was with people that couldn’t just have a few.
Anyhow, I really would have disliked Hunter Thompson, because I just watched a David Letterman interview with him from 1988 and I stopped it halfway, because I was getting bored and angry. People like that make me mad, and I guess I have to examine whether I’m the problem. Just because someone is an asshole, doesn’t mean I should get fired up and want to punch them. Maybe I need to write into Therapy Thursday about this.
Before you left me in this place you gave me a look that I could taste,