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Alcoholics, Narcotics, and Drug Addicts – who are the worst?

Posted in Experiences: Cambodia on May 9, 2009 by Meta

            (Pre-post: this post is sort of longer than usual and probably, it can make you feel like yawning while reading. However, I promise you if you have a cup coffee while you read this one, you’ll be just fine.)

            A few days ago, I said to myself – I should pull myself back to the topic (drug addiction) since I’ve been sort of out of the topic for a while. Then I thought of Ms. Kathy’s comment about Alcoholics and Narcotics. As a result I came up with the question above.

Throughout my life, I used to stay close to these kinds of people. They are all seriously affected from their own cases, but there is one question about them – who are the most intensely affected from their cases?

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            Well, I knew a lot of Alcoholics, and one of them was whom I had spent 17 years living with. That person is my father. He used to be an alcoholic over 20 years. At the time he knew how to enjoy his life with the beer, I was only an unknown soul flying around wandering who would take me into their bellies.

My mother told me that there was once when my father woke up and found himself on the top of an electricity transferred pillar. No one knew how he got there. Even he himself did not realized how he could climb the straight pillar all by himself.

As far as I knew, when he was drunk, he was always shouting and blaming anyone for nothing whenever he got home. I remembered there were a few times that his friends brought him home since he was too drunk to come home by himself.

Consequently, my parents were often fighting about getting divorced, but they did not. Later then, my father went to a hospital. His doctor said to him that he would need to cut off his liver if he kept drinking. Fortunately, he thought about his wife and kids, so he quit being an alcoholic from then.

At that time I was impressed that he could quit in a sudden. He was tough. He did what he said. I think that is why I still call him “dad.”

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            I know a girl who is a narcotic. We used to be best friends, but now that we are so far away, we don’t know each other anymore.

She is very pretty. To boys, she is a magnet. Every boy wants to be her man. Every day when she rode her bike home, there were always a few boys after her.

That’s why I had a lot of friends who are boys because most of them came to me to get to know her. They are interesting though. They could think of doing every kind of silly things just to get her attention.

Unfortunately for them, the girl already had one, the one who broke her heart. He was my friend too, but I knew him before I knew her. One weird thing about him was whenever he was with me and other friends, he was a helpful and funny boy, but whenever he was with her, he was a jerk. I didn’t know why he was rude to her. I blamed both of them for that.

Emo Girl  Image’s InFo: Emo Girl

Later on, the girl started to cry herself to sleep. (I could tell that when I saw her in the morning.) She couldn’t sleep anymore, so she started to take sleeping pills to calm herself down every night. She had taken it since grade 7. Afterward, a pill couldn’t make her go to bed anymore, so she took more and more pills.

Five years later, she barely slept. She became weak and often fainted. Then her mother took her to a hospital. Her doctor said that she had only 3 more years to enjoy her life. He said her brain had a problem. That result was a combination of taking too much sleeping pills, drinking too much alcohol and an accidental hit on her head a few months before she went to the hospital –  not only because she was a narcotic.

After I knew that, whenever I saw the boy, I hit his head very hard because of what he had done to the girl. Then he asked me to get them back together. He wanted to propose her.

What I said to him was “F—k off, you jerk! Do not talk to me about that anymore, or I’ll squeeze your neck till die!

When you are a friend of a jerk, you always hit him every single time you think about his stupid mistake. However, it was difficult to keep hitting his head when that jerk always had his smile on his face. Anyway, if I didn’t know him since 1st grade and had studied with him 11 years in high school, I would kick him back to his mother’s belly.

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            Seeing alcoholics and narcotics probably not fun at all, but to see drug addicts are even more miserable. Most of them always end up with blood all over their bodies. For example, I have an interesting friend. That person is a HE. His name is Moniroth. I and his others friends called him Aroth – shortcut and impolite. I never remembered his last name though.

I knew his friend before I knew him. Anyway, we were in a classical dancing class together. He liked speaking a lot. Every time he came to me, he told me stories that I wished I could spend my time doing something else. I didn’t like the way he talked, but he was okay with that.

He had a lot of gang friends who knew how to do every kind of illegal stuff. Several of his friends were arrested from killing teenagers accidently.

I thought that that was why there were more opportunities for him to get free drugs. I don’t know if he used to be a drug dealer or not. All I know about him is that after he quit his high school at grade12, he stole his parents’ money and went to live with his gang friends in a guesthouse. Then he used to sleep with women for money and hang out with his temporary girlfriends sometimes.

He had only six styles of doing drugs –  taking it directly, inhaling its powder, inhaling it from a bottle, smoking it, shooting it up and mixing it with water/vodka first then drink it.

My friend, who is also his friend, told me that after Roth ran out of money, he started to quit smoking drug. However, at first no one could be near him. Usually, he banged his head against the wall, he climbed the wall… He did everything he could think of doing to make himself bleed.Emo Hair

After that, my friend sent him back home. Then he got a medical treatment. The last time I saw him, he was sitting in front of his house and staring at whoever he saw –  like a nasty dog guarding its owner’s house. That was scary. I bet no thief dared to rob his house, ever.

I don’t know if he quits for good. He looked like a zombie who was lost in an alien world. Once his soul came back, I’ll know the end of his story.

Picture’s InFO: Emo Hair

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            After all, no one was better among the three of them. No one had a happy ending yet. Each ones of them not only destroyed themselves but also destroyed everyone around them. The ones who are the nearest, to ones of them, get the worst effect.

I hope everybody out there would never want to be one of them or near them.

Please stay healthy, without drug, for yourselves, your families and your communities.

            (Postscript: Thank you for reading this post. I do appreciate that most of you can read through the whole story – even without a cup of coffee. )

Is It Reasonable Enough to Do DRUG?

Posted in Experiences: Cambodia on March 18, 2009 by Meta

                                                                      

Guilt-laden PleasureVeasna is 22 years old. He was short of interested in my friend. Actually, she noticed him too, but in a different way. Most of the time, when she was in class, she saw him shaking. Then right after class, he swallowed some white powder roughly in the corner.

Picture’s InFO:Guilt-laden pleasure

  It was heroine he was inhaling. She knew what it was because she asked his friends. One day, her phone rang, it was him.

  […] “Can I ask you one question?” He asked.

  “Sure.” She said.

  “Do you know that I do drugs?” He straightly asked.

            “Yes, I knew it.” She replied.

            “You wanna know why I do it?”

            She didn’t say anything.

            “My parents are jewelry sellers. Gosh, such a wealthy job they have. Haven’t they? You might ask what it is to do with me started do drugs. Well, I’ve got most of the things everyone has ever wanted, but the more they give, the less it means to me. Compare to the money and all those stuffs, I want them to stay with me instead. I wanna feel the warmth of their shoulders, but they are just so damn busy with their jobs. I don’t know if it’s reasonable enough for a person to do drugs, but my brothers shoot drugs because of this reason too. Fortunately, my sister doesn’t do it, but it doesn’t make any difference since she rarely stays at home like me and my two other brothers too. ” He paused for a moment.

            “I wonder what is it are they fightin’ for with the money they’ve got? To die with it?” He said.

            Then my friend said straightly to him, “Veasna, I know you’re hurt, but I can’t say that I know how you feel. Nonetheless, you should stop doing drugs from now. It’s not a good solution, and I know you know what the impacts of it are, but I don’t think you’re ready for it. Stop it now and live for tomorrow. If you don’t like the way your parents act, it is YOUR responsible to tell them. No one knows if he/she is playing an unfair game unless he/she is told.

Do not try to solve this problem alone. It is your family issue so you need to have a family discussion about it. That’s how people live together. You have to be able to say what is on your mind. Otherwise, no one knows what you want. Express yourself.

I agree that they shouldn’t have left you alone for that long. However, you should’t have hid them what you feel about that. What they do is for you and your brothers and sister. Do you think they can live 100 years more from today to spend all the money they’ve earned for that long? Trust me, start your new day from this very moment before it’s too late.

          He didn’t say anything, and she stopped speaking too. After that day, he never called her again. He also quit being a freshman in his college.

She doesn’t know where he has gone and what he does now. She knew it was her advice that made him disappear. However, she didn’t regret to say it because it is what she would say to anyone not only him.

For me, I think that it is reasonable enough to be upset in his case, butit is never reasonable enough to do drugs.

Who Wants to be a Man in Control?

Posted in Experiences: Cambodia on March 14, 2009 by Meta

             Another Cambodian friend of mine also knows a drug addict. He used to be her neighbor.  People in her village called him Tarng. He’s 22 years old. Most of the villagers knew that he was taking drug because he never hid it. For instance, he often went to the cinema while he was doing drugs.

If the film was about action fighting scenes, he would act like he was practicing Karate or Kung Fu from the cinema through his way home after watching the movie. However, no one dared to say anything about that because he was a dangerous neighbor to everyone in the village.

My friend also told me that he shoot drugs because he got a family pressure. Having a father who is an alcoholic, and always shouted and shouted and shouted including a mother who is a card player, and groans whenever she loses the game, the whole family was always fighting.

Now that he’s completely controlled by drugs, he doesn’t need to hear his parents’ arguments anymore because he has left his home and become a playboy who sells and buys drugs.family-fight1

Now what? He doesn’t even care anymore. Even his parents are indifferent. Who cares to be an indoor person in this case?

Sometimes parents never actually do what they should.  

 

Picture’s InFO: Family Fight

 

Who Can a Drug Addict Appear to Be?

Posted in Experiences: Cambodia on March 11, 2009 by Meta

 

Generally, a drug addict can be anyone of us or someone we know. For instance, I’m going to give you an idea about a drug addict who comes out to be my friend’s cousin. First I asked one of my friends, “Do you know any drug addict?”

“Yes, my cousin is addicted to drugs.” She replied. Then I got the story of her cousin becoming a drug addict.

Aphan is my friend’s cousin. He was not a resistance student, and he failed the exam at grade 9. He got no degree for his family. At the age of 21, he went to work as a fisherman in a Thai Sea ship. It was not a regular job for him. He could never get used to that job until he got an idea from his co-worker that drugs could help him beat this kind of job.  Unfortunately for him, he cannot stop doing drugs since he has been doing it for nearly 7 years because of that job. No one knows what he does for living now because he has never returned home since a few years after he worked there. A grown up man who is about 28 years old is now a drug addict.

“Now, he has become a complete playboy.” My friend said.

           Is it a rational reason to become a drug addict?Not at all, you can always get used to do any kinds of jobs the more you do it because people are adapted. Thus, drugs should not be used in this case anymore.