Drug Pusher

This morning, at the gym I saw a headline that ran “Killings up among Drug Dealers” or something of that sort. I tried to imagine why the killings have gone UP. As opposed to staying level, I guess.

Which got me thinking: if the classes are shifting, more people moving into challenging financial times, what are they more likely to do: drugs or whatever they were doing before this challenging time?

If the youth of today were planting gardens instead of doing drugs, maybe they’d avoid all the gun-related activity as well.

If food is a drug, and my drug of choice is veggies, then really: I’m a drug pusher myself. I espouse healthy food as a way to do drugs to feel good.

Everybody knows that if you eat well, you feel good in body mind and soul. Except how do you treat these veggies to make them taste good? Keep it simple, is what I say: just steam the kohlrabi and put some salt and/or butter on it. That should keep the kids off the street and in the garden.

I’m reading about teenagers, specifically boys, becoming men by going through a process called “initiation.” What our culture lacks is an initiation process for men so that boys know how they fit into society, their role as men: the responsibility it requires, and the spiritual path that beckons.

In a book called “The Secret Life of Men,” Steve Biddulph writes about Ecology as a Spiritual Path: “Many people are attracted to a more natural life, not just from ‘save the earth’ concerns but because they are pulled to it by the wildness in their own nature. Indeed there are many who would claim not to be religious at all, yet the wilderness and the ocean are already their spiritual homes. Surfer, mountaineers, hikers, are responding to this call. Even an old person growing roses is seeking the spiritual. The thirst for wildness is with us every day. The more artifical life gets, the more people strive to redress the balance. Nature always offers the happiest way for humans. The closer modern man gets to inner and outer wildness, the better things will go.”

So the daughter of my friend in Spanish class LOVED my script. Now I just have to find out what she’s made of, to see if she’s willing to take a few risks to get it read in Hollywood, the “People-Discouraging Machine.” Only the strong willed survive.