Confessions of an addict...

When you’re a junkie (as I am), you don’t need a neuropsych to tell you the score is the best part of the high. So it happens ~ you’re home, settled in, arms poised and ready to shoot the smack straight into your veins, and suddenly you realize the cover of the fix you hold in your hands takes you right back to the moment when you scored ~ a mere quarter century ago at a bookstore on McKnight Road, in Ross Twshp., Pittsburgh, PA ~ well, that’s when the initial high of scoring hits y’all over again.

This book was pub’d in 1980, dust-jacket price: $14.95. I stumbled upon it just after the turn of the century at HalfPriceBooks, having never heard of it before.

It's the trippiest collection of interviews you’ll ever come across (and that has nothing to do with the gentleman being interviewed, and all about the format). From a single page, you can see how it regularly jumps around from year to year, the time flows and ripples, both the interviewed and interviewer in play. This page holds the years tighter together than some of the others, for here the earliest is only back to 1969, a few steps later, and it’s 1974, and all the while the editor of the inter-views, Stanton, tags along in ‘77, asking questions so to round off loose ends.

I've been thumbing through this volume for the last few hours ~ it’s how some of us mainline ~ and, ooh man, I'm so fucking high.