I was 20 years old and had recently moved from my small town to the big city. I worked the front desk of a luxury hotel in downtown Denver and was about to start my morning shift. Walking to the hotel restaurant to fill my coffee mug, I took in the elegant surroundings - a far cry from my "sheriff" days in the corral.
As I filled my mug with hot steaming caffeinated goodness, I chatted with one of the waitstaff, all dapper in his uniform - black pants and vest, crisp white shirt and tie. He asked if I wanted anything from the kitchen.
"Nah, thanks", I replied, "just need this coffee, heh"
"Want some spid?", he then asked as he brought his thumb and forefinger to the lapel pocket of his vest.
"What?", I asked, thinking I didn't hear correctly. Spid?
"Some spid?", he said again with his bit of Spanish accent.
Oh... SPEED. He was offering me drugs.
"Ah, yeah, no thanks... just the coffee" *smile*
I thought of another coworker from my previous sheriff hotel. He worked graveyard maintenance shift and told me how he'd do speed before coming in, get all his work done in about an hour, then have the rest of the time for whatever. Yeah, okay.
I never had the urge, although I did my fair share of underage drinking and dabbled a bit in weed before it was legal. But it was really more of wanting to see what the hype was about. Okay, been there and done it. A coworker at another hotel I worked at suggested she get us some cocaine to do after our shift sometime. Never happened due to lack of enthusiasm.
(Now I'm wondering if hotel staffs are rampant with drugs, or was it just where I happened to be working when I was of drug-introduction age?)
I've read that genetics factor strongly in a person's vulnerability to addiction. With that in mind, I'd say I have little to no genetic disposition, although, yeah, I confess to being addicted to caffeine. Still. 😏
I recently read the book, "Reborn on the Run" by Catra Corbett. It was suggested from the local running club I joined before COVID, to get discounts on race entries and other events, meet some locals, volunteer, etc. Yeah, all that stuff's pretty much cancelled, but hey, they have a newsletter! And they read stuff!
Anyway, Catra's book is a memoir of her becoming an ultrarunner to overcome her addiction to meth, or spid.
It was an engaging enough story as she's, literally and figuratively, quite a colorful character - full of tattoos and piercings, likes to wear loud colors. In her previous drug life, she'd been a big time goth.
I have no interest in ultrarunning and no need for overcoming addiction(s), but was interested to hear one person's point of view. She claims to not be addicted to running, but I wonder after reading. She also mentions that there are a lot of reformed addicts in the ultrarunning world. As I read, I felt that she is predisposed to addiction. If it wasn't drugs then ultrarunning, it would be something else.
It's commonly advised that, to effectively quit a bad habit or addiction, replace it with something else. Getting to a point of tripping on meth almost constantly required an obsessive replacement. She does admit to being "obsessed" with running.
The book is neither steps to overcoming addiction nor a guide to becoming an ultrarunner. It's Catra's story, and I give it 3 out of 5 stars ⭐⭐⭐★★ because it's a story deserving of a book. But I had to gripe a bit about the writing. Awkward sentence structures, poor wording, and full on grammar errors show up throughout. I don't know what her co-author contributed and honestly wondered if maybe the wrong draft got sent to the publisher.
What are you reading? Addicted to anything?
Linking up this week with Mama Kat for the prompt:
2. Write about the last book you read.