Cuiousity and the cat
Curiosity and the cat
A minute after Ann left, James walked into my office. He was tall, and for the same reason as Ann, too thin. His father was from Kenya and his mother British. His speech had a riveting cadence sprinkled with the shibboleths of his mother’s country.
He had tried almost every drug I’d ever heard of, and some I had to look up. While he was waiting to see me – he would have said ‘whilst he was waiting’ – he had been reading an article on locusts. James wanted to know about the college I had attended, what I thought of suboxone, if Hilary Clinton or Joe Biden would be the Democrats’ next presidential candidate, and if I liked to cook.
I steered the conversation to his drug use. As I might have guessed, his use of drugs had started with curiosity. Like so many people before him, he had underestimated just how addictive crack can be and was hooked almost immediately.
Despite my personal rule about never predicting who was going to get sober and who wasn’t, I had high hopes for James. Curiosity almost killed this cat, but I thought curiosity would also drive him to walk through the doors opened by his recovery.
Today I will feed my curiosity.
AArdvarks (c) 2013 by Ken Montrose
A minute after Ann left, James walked into my office. He was tall, and for the same reason as Ann, too thin. His father was from Kenya and his mother British. His speech had a riveting cadence sprinkled with the shibboleths of his mother’s country.
He had tried almost every drug I’d ever heard of, and some I had to look up. While he was waiting to see me – he would have said ‘whilst he was waiting’ – he had been reading an article on locusts. James wanted to know about the college I had attended, what I thought of suboxone, if Hilary Clinton or Joe Biden would be the Democrats’ next presidential candidate, and if I liked to cook.
I steered the conversation to his drug use. As I might have guessed, his use of drugs had started with curiosity. Like so many people before him, he had underestimated just how addictive crack can be and was hooked almost immediately.
Despite my personal rule about never predicting who was going to get sober and who wasn’t, I had high hopes for James. Curiosity almost killed this cat, but I thought curiosity would also drive him to walk through the doors opened by his recovery.
Today I will feed my curiosity.
AArdvarks (c) 2013 by Ken Montrose
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