‘When I’m rushing on my run,
And I feel just like Jesus’ son
And I guess but I just don’t know,
And I guess but I just don’t know.’
Lou Reed
Would we be happier, do you think, if we all took large quantities of heroin? It would take the edge off some of the misery, I suppose. A house guest of mine once left the room to ‘jack up’ — as I believe the act is known — just as The X Factor came on the television. I remember thinking at the time — well, fair enough, mate. There isn’t enough alcohol in the world to dull the misery of The X Factor and it’s no use groping for the remote control when there are avid women in the room. Sometimes heroin seems a perfectly reasonable solution. And I would quite like to feel like Jesus’ son. Well, I guess I would, but I just don’t know.
The proposal before us now is that heroin dealers shouldn’t be sent to prison, if they’re only comparatively small-time heroin dealers carrying enough skag for about 1,000 hits.
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