Feb 14 2009

The Midwest Book Review: Crazy Town Is “Highly Recommended”

The Midwest Book Review was kind enough to review Crazy Town: Money. Marriage. Meth. Here is what they had to say -

Crazy Town

Sterling R. Braswell
Kallisti Publishing, Inc.
332 Center Street, Wilkes-Barre, PA 18702
9780967851464, $17.95, www.kallistapublishing.com

Meth, there is little good to say about it. “Crazy Town: Money. Marriage. Meth.” tells the story of Sterling R. Braswell and his wife. Mrs. Braswell became a user of meth, and he tells the story of her downward spiral. He also speaks on the long and dark history of the substance, including use by notorious figures and how its dangers have been known for decades. Designed as a wake up call against the substance for Americans, “Crazy Town” is a tragedy and history in one, highly recommended.


Feb 5 2009

The Calm After the Storm

Maria and Spencer in College Station for an Aggie game

Maria and Spencer in College Station for an Aggie game

I certainly appreciate the sympathy and empathy provided by everyone in response to the story in my book.  I  want to tell everyone how much I appreciate this.  And I also want to say that throughout the storm, we managed to keep it all in perspective. And I would like to take this moment to thank Maria for coming back to my life and into my son’s life, and accepting us to be a part of her life.  I’m shitty when it comes to writing matters that are so close to my heart, so I will borrow from Christine McVie to tell Maria how I feel.

 

For you, there’ll be no more crying,

For you, the sun will be shining,

And I feel that when I’m with you,

Its alright, I know its right

 

To you, I’ll give the world

To you, I’ll never be cold

cause I feel that when I’m with you,

Its alright, I know its right.

 

And the songbirds are singing,

Like they know the score,

And I love you, I love you, I love you,

Like never before.

 

And I wish you all the love in the world,

But most of all, I wish it from myself.

 

And the songbirds keep singing,

Like they know the score,

And I love you, I love you, I love you,

Like never before, like never before.

Thank you Christine for putting it into words so many years ago what I wanted to say to Maria.

Here is the link for you Fleetwood Mac fans.


Feb 5 2009

“Author Sterling Braswell weaves an insightful history of the worldwide methamphetamine epidemic …”

I am proud of this endorsement for Crazy Town from Jim Barnes of IndependentPublisher.com

 

“The cover says it all, depicting the bug-eyed, mush-mouthed drug addict at the center of this beauty-turned-beast story. Author Sterling Braswell weaves an insightful history of the worldwide methamphetamine epidemic into his cautionary tale about being blinded by love, and how it cost his fortune, his sanity — and nearly his life — to escape.”

 

Jim Barnes, Managing Editor

Independent Publisher Online

So, what are YOU waiting for. Read Crazy Town now!

www.crazytownthebook.com


Jan 27 2009

Independent Publisher Declares “Read This Book!”

Highlighted TitleCRAZY TOWN: Money. Marriage. Meth.

has been selected as a “Highlighted Title” by IndependentPublisher.com.

Just like the award says: “READ THIS BOOK!”


Dec 15 2008

Medical Use of Psychedelic Drugs

As sure as the sun will rise in the morning, people are going to get high.  Anyone that says drugs can be eliminated needs to look back in time at prohibition.  That certainly went over like a turd in the punch bowl.

Throughout the 20th century, drugs for recreational use were slowly but steadily pushed underground, culminating in the 1972 when the DEA finally listed anything that might be fun as a Schedule I drug. 

But in 2008, some things are changing. For several years now, scientists and doctors are looking at the therapeutic applications of many psychedelic drugs.  A recent article at Reality Sandwich certainly sheds some scientific light on the subject.  If you or someone you know is having trouble with addiction, please check out the Reality Sandwich article on the medical use of psychedelic drugs.


Nov 1 2008

The War on Drugs

In Crazy Town: Money. Marriage. Meth. I relate my personal story of my wife’s (now ex-wife’s) addiction to methamphetamine and the disaster my life became because of it. In addition to that story, I also tell the tale of the drug’s history. I felt compelled to make a few comments about the “War on Drugs” because what is happening there is directly influencing how peoples’ lives are being affected by the scourge of abuse.

Here is that chapter from Crazy Town, “War”.

 

Rarely does a day pass without bold-faced headlines or televised sound bites describing some significant effort or result relative to the U.S. government’s flagship program, the “War on Drugs.” On the political front, a candidate’s unconditional support of any of the “war’s” initiatives represents a stark, black and white litmus test of his or her commitment to the well-being and security – and even the survival – of our great society. To even question the fairness or efficacy of a given initiative all too frequently brands the questioner as being soft on crime or, worse, in cahoots with the criminal element. After all, who could possibly be against reducing the drug problem in our country, or protecting our children from addiction?

Someone who has been through a drug-related personal nightmare, whether it involves methamphetamine or some other substance, might be expected to have a somewhat militant attitude toward the problems directly arising from the use of some illegal drugs (and the illegal use of legal ones). A desire to see certain drugs wiped off the face of the planet would certainly be understandable. Yet such views might be tempered by having witnessed the efforts of regulators and law enforcement personnel, and having seen first-hand the damage that has been done by the spurious “war.” Given the dismal results of our efforts to battle drugs and drug addiction, it is tempting to wonder if we as a society aren’t actually exacerbating the problems in our very efforts to solve them. Perhaps a better perspective can be achieved by looking back to the origins of the drug war, and subsequent efforts over the years,  and then asking ourselves, honestly, what we have achieved so far.

The first battle in the War on Drugs was waged in 1880, when the U.S. and China signed an agreement to outlaw the shipment of opium from China to the U.S. The agreement had a modest effect upon the flow of opium into this country, but its most significant effect was the streamlining of the delivery process. While less raw opium passed into the hands of Americans, a more refined form – heroin – was introduced to replace it. Heroin had first been synthesized in 1874 by an English chemist named C.R. Alder Wright, and subsequently marketed – quite legally – by the Bayer company (of aspirin fame) as a pain reliever and even as a cure for opium addiction! In 1914, a law was passed to regulate its sale and distribution, but heroin remained available to the public until 1924, when legislation was passed making it illegal to import, manufacture, or sell the drug in the U.S. As we have long known, the legislative efforts have been quite effective, as there is no longer a heroin problem in this country, all those people who became addicts before the laws were passed have long since died, and there are no longer any Americans addicted to heroin.

For any reader who failed to notice, that last statement should have been flagged with a bright red “Sarcasm Alert.” Despite all the initial and subsequent efforts to eradicate heroin use in this country, heroin addiction remains a significant problem to both the law enforcement and health care industries. It has been estimated that during the 1970s, there were between 400,000 and 600,000 heroin addicts in the U.S. In 2003, that estimate had decreased to 345,000. While that sounds like a significant decrease, consider some additional numbers that actually overshadow these modest gains: heroin use by twelfth graders increased by more than 100% between the years of 1990 and 1997, the number of heroin-related cases in hospital emergency rooms increased by 64 percent between 1988 and 1994, and 1.6 million Americans were incarcerated for drug-related crimes during the same period, many for distributing or merely possessing heroin. Even as far back as 1926, a significant number of the prisoners in federal penitentiaries were there after being convicted of drug-related crimes. And it is worthy of note that, according to studies endorsed by the National Institute on Drug Abuse (NIDA), punitive enforcement may have little or no deterring effect on injection drug abuse.

As of this writing, the cost of the “War on Drugs” is in excess of $50 billion per year, when federal, state, and local enforcement programs are included. When you add the cost in property lost as a direct result of drug-related crimes, the number soars much higher. And it is impossible – indeed, unethical – to apply a value to the lives lost in what are commonly labeled “drug-related” crimes, which are more accurately crimes of commerce occurring when a drug deal goes bad: a direct result of the profit incentive that arises from the criminalization of drug manufacture, sale, and use.

To see just how effective criminalizing a recreational substance is in the effort to eliminate its presence in American life, one has only to look at the results of the passage of the Eighteenth Amendment to the U.S. Constitution, enacted on January 16, 1920, which began the period in American history commonly called Prohibition. Legal distillers and breweries ceased operation, only to be replaced by bootleggers and moonshiners who were more than capable of feeding the citizens’ thirst. While tax revenues dropped sharply, income from fines levied against the suppliers soared, as did the price of their products. When it became obvious that there were substantial profits to be made by producing and selling the illegal substances, a concerted effort was begun by organized crime families to get the biggest piece of the illicit pie. Gang violence became a near-daily occurrence, as individual criminal factions competed for control. The booze – and the blood – continued to flow, despite the best efforts of law enforcement, until finally the government realized the futility of their efforts, and on December 5, 1933,  passed the Twenty-First Amendment, repealing Prohibition and ending the “War on Booze.”

A secondary, yet significant effect of the criminalization of a substance is best summed up by Richard Cowan, former director of the National Association for the Reform of Marijuana Laws (NORML). Cowan coined the term, “the Iron Law of Prohibition,” which states that “the more intense the law enforcement, the more potent the prohibited substance becomes.” Indeed, history has demonstrated that as efforts to make a substance unobtainable – be it alcohol, marijuana, cocaine, or meth – are increased, the potency of the substance itself increases. During the period of Prohibition, the “moonshine” produced by illicit distillers was typically not only higher in alcohol content, it was also much more frequently contaminated by chemicals that posed as great a health risk as the alcohol itself, if not a greater one. The government’s efforts to stem the flow of cocaine was the primary impetus behind the creation of a more addictive and potent form of the drug: crack.

As to the assertion that by waging a “war on drugs,” we can somehow remove them from existence – particularly by legislation – consider what Radley Balko, policy analyst at the Libertarian think tank The Cato Institute, said. In a 2005 piece about the new restrictions on over-the-counter cold medicines, he opined that the new laws would do little to deplete the meth supply. “Supply of controlled substances always rises to meet demand. It’s similar to the air in a balloon. You can squeeze the supply on one end, but the air inevitably pops up again elsewhere. The total volume of air in the balloon never changes.” The drug supply might relocate, or even change its form, but it can’t be squeezed out of existence.

Yet the passage of new laws seems to be the only “solution” the government can ever come up with. In a 2006 article, Toronto-based journalist Marni Soupcoff, writing about the “Combat Meth Epidemic Act,” came up with the “pufferfish analogy” to describe government. Pufferfish, Soupcoff noted, have the ability to blow themselves up by swallowing water or air when threatened. “Doesn’t that sound familiar?” she asked rhetorically. “Just replace the ‘swallowing water or air’ bit with ‘passing laws,’ and you’ve got a perfect match.” In other words, “Government is a giant sea creature, trying to swell itself up with new legislation to keep itself alive.”

This is not at all an argument in favor of making methamphetamine more readily available to the general public. Given my own experiences, it would be understandable if I were predisposed to locking every user away for the rest of their natural lives (well, perhaps one or two of them!). But while I desperately want the whole meth problem to go away, I am convinced that we have gone the wrong way in our previous efforts to solve the problem, and have, in fact, only made things worse. By making the penalty for simple possession so severe, we have greatly increased the incentive for criminals to go to the very profitable well of supplying the drug to others. By aggressively enforcing the laws restricting its use, we have created a cottage industry of do-it-yourselfers, who face lesser legal risks by making their own, while actually increasing the dangers they face in the form of lab fires and accidents, poisoning due to lack of expertise in formulating their drugs, and even retribution from criminal drug distributors who don’t want anyone cutting into their cash flow. Beyond that, we are creating an entire, huge class of criminals out of individuals who led otherwise law-abiding lives, and whose only crime was poor judgment.

To make matters worse, when we transform users into inmates, we have paid their tuition to the ultimate school for criminal training – the prison system. We pay to house them for years, in an environment geared not toward helping them overcome their problems, but rather toward molding them into real, hardened criminals. Once a prisoner is released, he or she has a new set of criminal skills, along with diminished opportunity to acclimate back into a lawful existence. It should come as no surprise that most of them end up right back in prison.

The War on Drugs is further stymied by the fact that the demand for mind-altering, or at least mood-altering, substances seems to be inherent in our species. The desire to get intoxicated or high may very well be hard-wired into our brains. In the late 1980s, Ronald K. Siegel, a research psychopharmacologist at UCLA, wrote a book called Intoxication: The Universal Drive for Mind-Altering Substances. Re-issued in 2005, and as controversial at re-issue as when it was first published, the book postulates that intoxication is “the fourth drive” – that the desire to get drunk or stoned is the most powerful human drive, after hunger, thirst, and sex. This drive is not limited to the human animal by any means; some mammals and birds appear to seek out psychoactive plants, fermented berries, and the like for the sole purpose of getting a buzz.

More than one reviewer has taken issue with Siegel’s extrapolations from wild animals’ consumption of psychoactive plants to people’s use of, and addiction to, recreational drugs. Whether or not one agrees that the desire to get high is a “fourth drive,” however, it seems clear that it is fairly deeply rooted in our species. In view of this, the attempt to wipe out recreational drug use completely is a fool’s errand.

It is beyond the scope of this book, and certainly beyond my own qualifications, to attempt to establish the “right” way to deal with the drug problem in general, or the meth problem in particular. There are many people who are infinitely better qualified than I to determine the criteria for an effective drug program. However, I do have some small amount of common sense, and can see very plainly that what we have been doing for the last hundred years or so simply isn’t working, and never has. That common sense tells me that it never will. Until we put down the shovel we have used to dig ourselves into this massive hole, we will never get out. My hope is that we’ll at least stop digging long enough to look honestly at our “progress,” and put some real energy – rather than photo-op lip service – into healing ourselves, so that we won’t feel so compelled to medicate ourselves into oblivion.

 

 ~ from Crazy Town: Money. Marriage. Meth. (Braswell, 2008)


Oct 29 2008

Signs I Should Have Noticed …

In Crazy Town: Money. Marriage. Meth., I describe how my wife’s addiction to meth took my by complete surprise. (Not to mention her affair with her drug dealer, who was my ranch hand.) Here are some things that, looking back on things, I noticed but didn’t put together until it was much too late.

  • Inability to sleep
  • Increased sensitivity to noise
  • Nervous physical activity, like scratching
  • Irritability, dizziness, or confusion
  • Extreme anorexia
  • Tremors or even convulsions
  • Increased heart rate, blood pressure, and risk of stroke
  • Presence of inhaling paraphernalia, such as razor blades, mirrors, and straws
  • Presence of injecting paraphernalia, such as syringes, heated spoons, or surgical tubing

I got this list from this web site - http://www.freevibe.com/drug_facts/meth.asp.

I didn’t notice these signs until it was much too late. Please, don’t let that happen to you. Just read Crazy Town to see what can happen if you don’t act soon enough.


Oct 22 2008

A Two Year Old NARC

Actually, one of the funniest events EVER occurred during the meth induced divorce from hell.  It was October 2002, and Lucille had been seeing our son at the SAFE Program in West Houston since June of 2002. For those of you unaware, the SAFE Program is run by state and county officials in Texas and is designed to allow parents with drug and/or other problems to see their children in a safe environment with police and counselors present.  This is supposed to be easy, but Lucille kept bringing her cop friend from Pearland and causing various problems at every visit she attended. The Houston Police Officers on duty had to intervene with the visit on several occasions.  These visits occurred on the 1st, 3rd, and 5th Saturday of the month.  Lucille attended at most half of the visits, the rest of the time were just wasted early morning trips to nowhere for Spencer and me.   And when she did show up, she caused whatever ridiculous problem she could. She called Child Protective Services after every visit, and CPS would do a follow up with me the following week. As always, it was a nightmare that seemed like IT WOULD NEVER END! 

On the last visit for the month of October in 2002, the SAFE Program Coordinator had informed me that I could drop off my son in a Halloween costume, so as to add to the holiday season family atmosphere. When I told my good friends Christian and Connie about this, they suggested that a DEA Agent costume would be funny.  We went to Party Time on Montrose Blvd and got all the stuff we needed to make the costume, and here is a picture of the young DEA Agent, preparing to see his mom for the Halloween visit at the SAFE Program house.

DEA Agent

DEA Agent

 

So I dropped him off at 7:45am, and left.  When I came back to pick him up at noon, he was still in his outfit, so I thought that the visit went fine.  He didn’t tell me anything special about the visit, and I forgot about it. 

 

Until three months later in January 2003, when I had mediation with my attorney, ex’s attorney, the Guardian ad Lidem, and a professional mediator.   We were trying to determine the future visitation arrangements, and the Ad Lidem was adamant that we stay with the SAFE program for Spencer’s protection. He was still concerned that my ex had missed more than half of the meetings, and had  continued to try and bully her way in with police boyfriends and cause other problems with the visits, such as continually involving Child Protective Services.  Of course Lucille was an hour late for the mediation, so she did not participate in this discussion.

 

The ad Lidem turned to me and said, “that reminds me, I almost wrote you up for that stunt on Halloween where you dressed your son up as a drug agent. When his mother saw him, she started screaming and ran out of the building.  And in addition to that, so many people are in this program because of drug abuse that half of the people there were scared he was really a drug agent!” (Boy, that must have been a real Algonquin Round Table, but that’s another story.)  The ad Lidem continued, “we were about to get your cell number and just have you come back to get him, but the counselors were able to calm his mother down. They put on a costume his mother had brought with her, and so he was able to finish the visit.”

 

Maybe it was a dumb thing to do, but by that point in this whole process, the whole situation was just one big ridiculous joke.  I was so sick of the  process, the people, the courts (criminal and family) that I was at the point where I just didn’t care anymore.  And even as the ad Lidem scolded me for it, he couldn’t do so without smiling- actually laughing very loudly.  The mediator laughed to the point where she had to temporarily excuse herself from the chambers.  My attorney repeated over and over “I told him not to do it”.   But it was already done.   It might have been one of the funniest things that ever happened in a situation like this, even though the situation itself was such a sad, pathetic, perhaps tragic arrangement. 

 

Be sure to tip your waitress. Thank you, and good night!

 

 

 

 


Oct 14 2008

Keeping up with Lucille

Thanks to the internet, I can usually keep track of the anti-heroine of Crazy Town

SID Number:

xxxxxxxxx

TDCJ Number:

xxxxxxxxx

Name:

****Lucille****

Race:

W

Sex:

F

Age:

44

Maximum Sentence Date:

2013-04-25

 

Current Offense Data:

Offense Date

Offense

Sentence Date

County

Case No.

Sentence (Y-MM-DD)

2004-09-25

OBTAIN DRUGS BY FRAUD-SCH III/IV

2008-08-01

HARRIS

1013038

5-00-00

2007-05-01

ENGAGE IN ORG CRIM ACT

2008-08-01

HARRIS

1163736

5-00-00


Oct 13 2008

meth, the beginning

It is a drug with a history like no other. A favorite of an American president, a Führer, of soldiers, poets, musicians, and madmen, its subtle (yet ever more pervasive) presence delineates the twentieth century in caricature, warping and fraying the edges of the historical picture.

Amphetamine was first synthesized in Germany by a Romanian chemist named Lazar Edeleanu. The year was 1887, two years before the birth of the drug’s most notorious proponent and addict, Adolph Hitler. In 1919, a Japanese pharmacologist, Akira Ogata, developed a derivative of amphetamine by adding the methyl molecule, making methamphetamine, for which there was still no useful purpose; it was simply more potent and easier to make than its parent drug. For thirty years amphetamine was a substance in search of an ailment – until the 1920s when it was discovered that this crystalline powder was useful in treating asthma, hay fever and depression. Being water-soluble, it was ideal for injections. In 1932 the first amphetamine was marketed by the Smith Kline and French Company in the form of an over-the-counter inhaler. This was Benzedrine, a bronchial dilator designed for the treatment of respiratory congestion. The inhaler was a huge success, prompting the pharmacological community as a whole to come up with more than forty uses for the product. In 1937, for instance, it was found to be useful in treating narcolepsy, a spontaneous sleeping disorder.

That same year, amphetamine became available by prescription in tablet form. The American Medical Association’s Council on Pharmacy and Chemistry noted that, “A feeling of exhilaration and sense of well-being was a consistent effect, and patients volunteered that there had been a definite increase in mental activity and efficiency.”

But it was the bronchial inhaler that became the secret hit, one that would foretell the drug’s broader future. By the lights of one study, each inhaler contained the equivalent of fifty-six amphetamine tablets. During the Great Depression, people with no medical condition (such as jazz great Charlie Parker) found there was a pleasant, long-lasting high to be attained by pulling off the nasal strips and dunking them in their coffee. Prohibition may have made the sale and consumption of alcohol illegal, but amphetamine was as legal as a glazed donut.

During this time, a full spectrum of amphetamine’s medical uses were slowly being revealed, and in some cases, invented. An obvious use was found relatively early on in treating obesity, as amphetamine simultaneously lays waste to the appetite and fires the metabolism. Near the end of the 1930s it was also found to help a certain category of unruly children who fared poorly in school. Though known to stimulate the central nervous system, children with what would come to be known as attention deficit hyperactivity disorder (ADHD) were actually calmed by small doses of the drug, and their ability to concentrate mysteriously improved.

Thus amphetamine and methamphetamine found their ailments. They also found the perfectly healthy fan, the recreational user among the down-and-out in a world growing ever bleaker. But it would not merely be an American drug. Amphetamine was a filament of pure light illuminating a globe on the brink of war. Among the ruins of the approaching Apocalypse it would establish for itself an entirely new role.

 - From Crazy Town: Money. Marriage. Meth.