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Hooray! We thought that the writer-on-an-insane-drug-binge meme was dead. But it's not — it's fully alive. In fact, Carr tells us exactly what it's like to be a young media person on crack. We have no idea if this is how it was when Whitney Houston did it, but we'd like to imagine it that way. After the jump, Carr describes his life with Anna, the mother of his twin daughters, whom he met while she was dealing cocaine.
By the spring of 1987, six months after we had gotten together, her business was in disarray, I had lost my job, and then, oh yeah, she was pregnant. Her friends begged her to have an abortion. We were fulminating crackheads, and her ex-husband, who came by to take care of the kids, was the only semiresponsible person in the house. Anna locked herself in her room for hours on end and would occasionally insist that [Carr's ex-girlfriend] was actually roaming around the rafters of her home. I explained to her how that was sort of impossible from a practical perspective, but there had been so many lies by that point she had no idea what to believe. Both of us were chronically, psychotically high, and I was spending all of my time lifting the blinds and peeking out at a world that I was increasingly scared to venture into.
The book doesn't come out until September, but you can preorder it on the Night of the Gun Website. Doesn't it sound fun?
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