Drugs on Film

So While Reeves is stuck in Sin City shooting the fashion week expo, I have been busily experimenting with both photography and pharmaceuticals not prescribed by a doctor. Apparently, carrying a 12 pound technological monstrosity in one hand for 8 hours a day can be taxing on a body that endured 10 years of hardcore drug and alcohol abuse. That means that I have been hit with a muscular plague known as "Sciatica" Two weeks ago, I couldn't walk without looking like I just got out of 26th and California's general County population party. My right leg was completely numb to the point of wanting to saw or chew it off. Luckily my Father-In-Law is like Mr. Miyagi and helped with the physical therapy. But backrubs and handjobs just don't cut all of the grease in the nasty world of pinched nerves. I placed my trust also in the modern miracle of science and documented my finds along with pictures taken on said drugs:


1. Vicodin (Hydrocodone). This nasty little friend of Mat Devine is my worst enemy. Every time I take it my skin begins to crawl and my stomach turns into a swamp of unruly bile. I have to take a Benadryl just to level its toxic effects out. I really hate it but welcomed its attempts to relieve some of the pain. Unfortunately, I can't operate with camera at an optimum level. My attention span is short and my bladder uncooperative. Thanks to Kristen and Erica for emobdying my pain above. And to Steve Gutenberg for personafying it with his sweat drenched appearance at Glamorama last week. Rating: 1 f-stop.


2. Darvoset (Propoxyphene). Kinda harmlesss. Worked well for getting off the Vicodin vomit runs, and relieved tension in my leg. No noticable side effects other than attention span issues and the inability to look anyone in the eye. Rating: 2.8 f-stops.


3. Soma (Dolaren en espanol!). The key ingredient in my recovery. Whereas the others were time wasters and nausea inducing placebos, this little miracle of muscle relaxation is known as a good Smashing Pumpkins song. I like to think of it as twilight in summertime for the soul. While dangeroulsy addictive, it has allowed me to walk, think and act like a semi normal medicated eyeliner wearing creature of the night, instead of the zombie walking empty shell I was two week ago. (Vicodin advocate Mat Devine and Green Lantern effects embody this one above) Rating. 5.0 f-stops.

I'd like to take a moment to thank the wonderful Oliver Thomas of Scene-there.com. He covered my shifts at Manor and Rino like a champ. Without him, I could have never spent the last week in bed reading every Geoff John's Green Lantern comic in hardcover on funny little pills.