Saturday, July 18, 2009
Anyway, the Missus had to go into the card shop and me being me waited outside whilst having a smoke. I enjoy the pastime known as 'people watching' and I had a good look around, being ever mindful not to be mistaken for a mad staring psycho. Or perhaps being found out AS a mad staring psycho.
Dotted amongst the normal shoppers thronging the pedestrianised streets were the zombies. The waif like frames and the 'screaming skull' appearance are two easy signs for spotting them. Usually they move around in groups of three or four, always in a hurry for some reason. They cannot hold conversation like you and I, they have to shout at each other in that dreadful nasally whine that seems to be the generic voice of the junkie.
There were at least three different groups of them. All in a hurry to get to where they are going. Five minutes later the same group would hurry past you going in the opposite direction from when they passed you the last time. Where are they going? I hope never to find out.
I also noticed a different kind of junkie. The 'couple' junkie. A guy and girl zombiefied combo. Wrapped up in their own wee world, oblivious to everyone around them they shout and argue with each other, sometimes from opposite ends of the street. Now and again they have in their possession a toddler, normally very small for their age and with that 'future junkie' look on the face and a dog which is usually a Staffie cross or similar. The dog always looks better looked after than the child. The guy half of the combo normally waits outside the shop while the girl half goes in to buy or steal whatever it is they are looking for. This is usually because the guy is barred.
And then we have the other type, the junkie mates. Best buddies at the school, they have climbed the junkie ladder together. Easily spotted, they lurk in the doorways of empty shops or behind phone boxes always crouching down on their 'hunkers'. Do not mistake this type for the couple type, as the couple will crouch occasionally too.
There is one thing that all junkies have in common, and this must never be forgotten. You and I fund them and their lifestyle choice. Notice that I use the word 'choice'. The righteous hand wringers would have you believe that these 'people' are victims of society. Nonsense, we are the victims, we are the ones who get robbed directly and indirectly to fund their choice of lifestyle.
But what to do? How do 'we' cure this cancer eating away at our country?
To be honest, I think that the 'powers that be' aren't particularly interested in curing this cancer.