A hairy unkempt man crawling towards the poster of his favourite model and kissing it in absolute rapt silence. Second after second. Minute after minute.
He left the pic. Walked away. And then started back, went down on his hands and knees to kiss the mistress of his dreams again and again.
The gut reaction was to laugh at his pathetic histrionics, But on introspection, a more somber reality set it. If ever there was a scathing in-your-face indictment of drug abuse this was it!
Who knows, had he not taken the easy way out maybe he would not have to crawl on a public street to kiss a a mere poster. He might have had his own family, wife, children.
Yes, life is tough, and more often then not it’s tempting to imbibe drugs/intoxicants as temporary relief from the daily grind.
But at what cost?
As the insidious chemicals make their user an acolyte of their will, the dividing line between reality and the world of dreams becomes blurred till the ability to distinguish between the two is irreversibly gone.
He does not need a real person in his life. A picture in a poster is good enough, because the world around him has quite simply ceased to exist.
Amongst all the “Say-no-to-drugs” literature I have ever seen. These real world images are probably the most haunting of the lot.
