Crank
I just finished reading the book “Crank” by Ellen Hopkins
let me just say it is insightful.
I have lost people to drugs, I have Lost people to alcohol, but i never understood why they made the decisions they did.
Although i know this story is not the story of the people I lost . its something.
it made me think a lot.
it made me feel priveliged to never have been involved in that sort of thing.
It made me hurt even more for the people I’ve lost.
I hope to never know what it means to literally hurt for a fix of something that only makes you sick.
I love my life and all of its imperfections even is there are moments that i wish i was someone else. even if there are times that i wish to be asleep for the rest of forever. I would Never want to lose myself enough to change even my identity to get a fix and a “Better” crowd.
I seriously hope that whatever higher power there is gives the people i lost a little strength to at least realize that they are in need of help.
I leave you with one of my favorite parts of “Crank”
Crank you see isn’t any ordinary monster.its like a giant octopus
weaving
its tentacles not just around you,
but through you,
squeezing
not hard enough to kill you,but enough
to keep you from
reeling
until you try to get away.
Try, and you hunger for its
grasping
clutch,the way its
tendrils prop you
up.your need
intensifying
exponentially
every minute you refuse
to admit its
being.
kristina/bree “Crank” Ellen hopkins pg 468-469
