Dear Crystal,

I’m not familiar with the woman, but she sure is HAWT. I love a properly illustrated lady.

Occasionally I’ll stop returning comments long enough to go through my “friends” list and visit those who “befriended” me but who are not regular readers of my blog for some reason or another. Today I dropped by here to read a few entries. I can’t really comment on Kat Von D as I say, cause I don’t know who she is. (Well, that’s not true, I’m on the internet, and have a ready wikipeida link on my sidebar.)

But what I really want to comment about are your entries below about paying the rent, and then having your housemate use the rent money for drugs.

I’m an old man now, but I was a young man during the 70s and early 80s, before AIDS, when sex, drugs and rock and roll meant something. I took a vast amount of drugs, and smoked lots of meth, dropped lots of acid, and smoked enough cocaine that it’s a wonder I’m still alive. (I don’t condone drug use in any way.) I had a roommate who was also my supplier, back in around 1983 or 84. He was gay, and always had his “beach bunnies’ over to the house for drug parties. I’m hetero, but I would enjoy the company and the drugs.

Cecil would always ask for my half of the rent about two weeks early, and he spent it on drugs. Before he moved out, he sold his car, and most of his possessions. (I had a lock on my bedrroom door, so his beach bunnies wouldn’t come into my bedroom by mistake.) When he disappeared (and later died of AIDS, poor guy) I went to the landlady to settle up, and was socked with three months back rent. We lived three blocks from the ocean in Hermosa (Southern California) where rents were expensive enough as it was!

Another supposed friend (and dealer) would take my money for meth and then it would take me weeks to get my stash. He would use the money for his own stash, and then when he got “extra” he’d drop by and let me have my portion, which was always “short”. The guy ended up stealing money from both me and his best friend (who was my roommate at the time)

Some people can manage their drug intake. But most people can’t. If you haven’t made plans to exit the situation in which you are in, you might come home some day to find your possessions stolen and used for drug money.

(This isn’t meant to diss your friend in any way. I’m merely commenting upon what I read in your entry. I don’t “know” you well enough to pass any judgement on your choices, and then, I don’t like to pass judgement anyway)

Just sayin’.

Michael F. Nyiri, poet, philosopher, fool