Welcome to my tour stop of Addictarium by Nicole D’Settēmi. The tour runs from October 3-7 and you can follow the tour here.
ABOUT THE BOOK
When creative spirit, and inhabitant of bohemia–Danielle Martino–starts to lose her eyesight from shooting a poisoned bag of heroin, she flees to New York City for surgery, and then to rehab. However, the two-year intensive drug recovery therapy program is more intense than anything she could have anticipated, and Danielle finds herself searching for purpose, sanity, and sobriety in this “addictarium,”–or as she likes to call it; a house of broken souls.
“I think I see her!” she shouted, referring to our mutual acquaintance August Delgado, who as always, was surrounded by a small cluster of people, all of them off into the distance. They were all people who lived in our Therapeutic Community; a long-term addiction-recovery program, named Safe Haven Village, or The Village as I liked to call it, because Greenwich had nothing on this place, it was a complete circus, a regular freak show by all definitions of the word.
We both squinted to see further, but we didn’t really know what we were seeing. We were higher than one of these New York City skyscrapers, tripping on acid that August had given us. Rockaway beach was five minutes from our community, so we decided to search for our dear friend, sure we had found her, but not so sure it was actually her, given the acid was really starting to kick in. As we neared just a little bit closer, we began to laugh giddily, as we could now see her waving erratically, heading towards us with two black guys, one of her comrades several sizes larger than any of us. We ran fast and furiously towards the rocks they were situated on, screaming and throwing our arms everywhere, as if none of us had seen the other for days on end. She caught up to us, moments later, all of us panting and out of breath, as we hugged one another, laughing gleefully.
“This acid’s pretty wavy dude,” August remarked, her mouth against my ear as she embraced me, “very mellow, it’s like it takes ya on a long car ride into the country, a long car ride with excellent scenery,” she added, as I could feel a slow, lazy smile spreading across her face, and I knew the acid was clearly hitting her as well. I felt her lumpy dreads in my hands, and realized I was still holding onto her. We let go of each other, and we both laughed again.
“What’s the plan for tonight?” she asked us, looking back and forth between the two of us, her lively eyes twinkling with mischief. Oh, Karen and I, we had plans alright. We looked at each other and smiled, but said nothing.
“Okay we’ll leave it at that,” she told us grinning, as the two guys finally caught up to where we were standing. I smiled and said hello, and we all slapped hands.
“We actually have to get ready,” Karen told her, as we lit a couple of cigarettes, and passed them between the five of us.
August slid her hand into her grey hooded jacket, three sizes two big, and pulled out a little piece of plastic cellophane. “Here’s two more,” she said blowing smoke through her nose, and then, finally out of her mouth. She handed me the small packet, and I laid it in my palm, delicately sizing it up.
“You women are crazy, I mean we are in treatment after all,” Stefan, one of the guys, with a crisp, British accent, said. The other guy nodded in agreement, and then laughed, as he watched me eyeball Stefan’s hand, raising an eyebrow. Between his fingers, he held a joint, which I already knew was filled with K-2, a new, hip form of synthetic weed, that no treatment programs were testing for.
“What? This? This is nothing!” Stefan said with a dismissive hand, but even as he said it, he had to laugh at his own audacity.
“They don’t test for acid either,” I pointed out.
His friend shook his head, “yeah, but that shit crazy, yo. Put you straight in the ward!”
“Thanks,” Karen piped in impatiently, “but we have to get ready now.”
“Have fun, you two,” August told us, picking at a barrette that was attached to one of her dreads.
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