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Bat Country?

I’ve Got A Damn Cold And It’s Cold. But Wait! It Gets More Interesting.

End of a short March snowstorm.
End of a short March snowstorm.

So I Got A New Shitty Phone Camera

It started with getting a new shitty phone/camera combo. It does have a brilliant idea inside of it. This strange and brilliant idea is that cell phone cameras suck and that for now, there’s no way to really make a pinhole work like a real lens – unless you use software.

The cell phone I have and one other company’s cell phone are the only phones with designers who understand this. The other incorporates software to do a large range of effects. The camera I bought, does this well for just one effect – HDR. As a bonus, I can extract a RAW file out of it so that I can manipulate it to my personal taste and desires.

I’m excited! My body is not. A cold has set in. The weather is a windy and blistering cold, so that’s not going to work. My ventures with this shitty camera/shitty phone will be limited.

This cold lead me to legal pharmaceuticals for help.

A Drug So Powerful, I Will Not Name It

I’m sensitive to drugs in unpredictable ways.  For example, Motrin puts me to sleep quickly. According to doctors, some of my reactions are just not possible. This is frightening because I know they happen. Either I’m not a real human patient or their not real doctors.

Due to this situation, I rarely touch any drugs and I’m extremely careful when I do. I have one over-the-counter cold medicine that seems to work close to what’s intended as it puts me to sleep when I have a cold. It’s just sleep though, not real rest. I awake in a weird realm of reality for a while too.

As I leave out for work, I stare at the bird feeder in the snow with morning sun rays playing on the scene. I even take the time in the bitter cold wind to photograph it.

Bird bath in snow.
Bird bath in snow.

On To Work, Just Past the Creepy Jail

So off to work I go. I’m excited to see what the day has planned and I have tissues ready. I’m even ready for the leer of those who will be certain that my sneeze will mean certain death by plague for them. On my way in, I pass the jail that I’ve grown to hate.

Old Licking County Jail
Old Licking County Jail

I hate this old jail because of what it symbolizes – a loss of freedom. Sure many who were housed there a long time ago deserved their punishment, but this building’s utility has long since passed. Now, the county owns it and taxpayer money is confiscated to care for it out of the claim that it’s “historic”.

Historic my ass. Do you think anyone spends 2 seconds wishing they could revisit that night in the county jail from 1968?

I know I’ll always remember how creepy the old place is. That’s historically significant.

Did I Enter Bat Country?

Dead bat.
Dead bat.

Then I encounter a dead bat in my path. I don’t think that I’ve ever found a dead bat. It’s there though. Very damn cold and very damn dead.

I flash back to the only other bat that I’ve seen dead and that was in the movie, Fear And Loathing In Las Vegas. It’s at the 1:39 mark of this clip.

More Encounters With The Absurd

After this, I had an encounter with a drug addled lunatic. All that I did was listen. It was intense for him. For me, a bore.

Of course, a morning like this made me think of Hunter S. Thompson. I am in strong disagreement with Mr. Thompson’s advice on drugs, but as he’s stated, his approach worked for him. My approach is that you don’t really need them if you pay attention to how strange and entertaining the world really is. A certain perspective of not giving a care(yes, care is the word) is required, but reality and over-the-counter pharmaceutically induced sleep can put you into Bat Country too.

Anti-Heroin Signs Are Growing

Anti-Heroin Sign
Anti-Heroin sign on a pickup in Central Ohio.

Not In My Backyard

Growing up, hard drugs were primarily big city city problems. Now, the Heroin epidemic is so bad in Ohio that signs of outrage are starting to pop up everywhere.

Why Here?

I have many unanswered questions and so do many. I don’t go to the usual sources. I do not believe the major media outlets know or care to tell us.

I will not even state what I believe because I don’t have physical proof. If I did, I would have nowhere to take that proof. I will say that I find it implausible that I could do a little digging to find answers, but law enforcement agencies cannot. The heroin trade is highly profitable due to the highly addictive nature of the drug and the distributors are not criminal masterminds.

I’ve know people who report a drug problem in their neighborhood and when they question the police as to why nothing is done, they claim that a solid case needs to build and that takes time. That’s a broken legal system and people are growing weary of it’s encumbrances.

Go ask the people on the treatment side of the problem – professional and volunteer.