When Winston Meth Crystal
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Jackie Joice
January 2010
Contributor
Written by
Jackie Joice
January 2010
This is an excerpt of an essay I'm working on for Creative Non-fiction. Please tell me what you think. I'm open to constructive criticism. When Winston Meth Crystal Crystal is Aphrodite, Lilith, Oshun, Erzulie, Bastet cloaked in a hooded black robe who promises sweet sex and eternal orgasms. Crystal has many suitors, male and female. Crystal can be found between the mattresses of seedy motels, on street corners, in the glove compartment or in your teenager’s back pack. She offers several sleepless nights, indiscriminate sex and the daily threat of death disguised as euphoria. The conversation was held over pancakes and coffee at a local café in Long Beach called The Potholder in late 2006 or early 2007. This is not an unusual engagement since, Winston and I often indulged in the act of drinking coffee over deep conversations regarding politics, sex, religion, etc. The revelation slipped in between the clatter of utensils and bells ringing from the door of the café. “ Jackie, I need to tell you something” stated Winston. “Ok, go ahead.” I responded as I dabbed a piece of pancake in butter and syrup. Winston took a long sip of coffee. He maneuvered and shifted in his seat as if we sat in a dimly lit bar with cigarettes hanging off our lips. “I’ve been experimenting” Winston confessed. “Experimenting with what?” I asked as I took a sip of my coffee. “Experimenting with drugs.” he answered. “Ok go ahead.” I responded with a blank stare on my face. Winston proceeded to give me details of drug laced stories involving porn actors and third parties. I didn’t blink as he disclosed the sordid details of this double life he’d been leading. “So what do you think?” inquired Winston. “Well…” I paused as I dabbed another slice of pancake in buttery syrup. “You are an adult and you must be prepared for the consequences of your choices.” Winston had a history of inflating and creating elaborate stories about himself. He often said and did things just for shock value. “That’s it ?” said Winston. “Aren’t you shocked?” he asked “Well, what do you want me to say… or do? You want me to scold you or cuss you out? You’re gonna do what you want to anyway (pause) just be prepared for the consequences of your choices, especially since you know that you have a family.” I explained. When I think back on this conversation we had over pancakes and coffee, maybe I should have cussed Winston out. Maybe I should have displayed utter disgust when he told me about Crystal because maybe, just maybe, he’d be here today if I did.

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