(Both photos by Nan Goldin. Left, John Waters for New York Magazine. Right, “Rene Smoking Crack 1990,” print available for a mere $6000.)
New York Magazine has a weird write up on camp director John Waters this week.
…recently, John Waters accidentally smoked crack. He was having a party at his house in Baltimore and someone passed him a pipe that he assumed was packed with pot, so he took a puff. “I thought, Am I addicted? Am I gonna rob my parents now? I had a horrible hangover, but I’d been drinking anyway. I was glad, actually, in a way. I would never now purposely try a new drug, I don’t think, but I’m secretly glad I know what it feels like. All I remember is it freezes your lungs.”
Accidental crack smoking occurs more than one might think.
A similar thing happened to me in London back in 2002. I was with some friends, popping off the tube way out in Kew Gardens after a night at ye ole pub. Under a bridge I spotted two Rastamen puffing a joint and asked for some. They obliged, but said, “That’s not weed, mon,” right as inhaled. Out came blue smoke. Next thing I knew I was destroying a trash can—kicking, smashing, punching—in the middle of the street. I stayed up all night shivering; my mind so twisted I saw a yellow ghost. Though I wasn’t scheduled to leave for a few days, I wound taking the first train to Heathrow the next morning. Haven’t been back to London or accidentally smoked rocks since.
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