Chapter 50: Medicated Goo, Part 50

SHORT STORY of WARD COURIER: "Medicated Goo", Continued

From the story collection "A Ghosthunter's Journal" (1999) by Ward Courier under the pen name Mason Winfield

IV

The drugs in vogue when I was a kid were all soft - nothing addicting, nothing potentially lethal, nothing (like they have now) that could quickly make itself more important than any of the other life-drives. For me they were just like toys, preludes to real adulthood, and I didn't bother with them a year or two out of college. Now I'm too busy. I always thought that if I was ever to take up any drug again, it would be like Doyle's Sherlock Holmes does his dope: rarely, on special nights, when everything else is done, in the privacy of home. Lock the doors, turn off the phone, stoke up a fire, and observe the drug's effects on your mind. Learn from it; do something with it; write, paint, muse. Use it like a fine wine, not candy. I'd arranged a March night like that in my cottage.