MEDS OF MANHATTAN
I’ve been thinking…we need to talk. This has actually been brewing for awhile, but it came to a head the other day. An editor and I were having a little post-mortem outside of the office about the piece I’d published the night before. You know the one. Remember? A few weeks back, you kept me company during a particularly nasty stretch, when I only got four hours of sleep over, what was it, three days? Almost three days. I know, I know: Far from the first time you’ve saved my ass, especially as far as deadlines go. But this time, it was different.
We’ll be the first to admit that this story has very little to do with New York real estate, except that it appeared in The Times and perhaps some of the owners’ “product” may have wound up in the homes of some of our readers at some point. Regardless, today’s Home & Garden cover story is a striking departure from the typical fare—last week, it was stuffed pets—as the Gray Lady goes inside the homes of a few Mexican drug lords. The Observer is addicted.
MEDS OF MANHATTAN
Last May, The Observer chronicled a problem beginning to plague New York City: a shortage of Adderall, the amphetamine ostensibly used in conjunction with a diagnosis of ADHD (Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder) or just plain old ADD, but is often employed as a totally legal way to do speed during the workday. As one can imagine, a shortage of the drug might affect New York City particularly hard, which—with the shortage now in full, national swing—it has.
MEDS OF MANHATTAN
Back in May, The Observer heard from a web programmer, Brian, who works in Manhattan. He was bemoaning what was beginning to look like a citywide shortage of Adderall, the prescription amphetamine ostensibly prescribed to combat attention deficit/hyperactivity disorder, but which is commonly used by Manhattan professionals to supplement a diet of stimulants—legal or otherwise—that helps them power through the workday. “I had a horror of a time filling my last script. Duane Reade and CVS are both fucked citywide,” he explained.
It seems as if the problem is back.
Occupy Wall Street
While The New York Times used its editorial power this weekend to come out in support of the Occupy Wall Street movement, not all of the city’s papers feel the same way.
“Squatters and Drug Addicts Invade Zuccotti Park” read the fear-mongering headline in this morning’s New York Post, citing as evidence the dirty people “occupying” the McDonald’s across the park. Said one source:
“The other day, there was a guy charging people $5 to use the McDonald’s bathroom. He was on LSD or high on something.”
(If the Post had done its research, it would know that the McDonald’s is where people go to get away from LSD-offerings.)
Due to depleted funds from those hit by the recession, as well as a new $15 million initiative by Andrew Cuomo to keep the revolving door policy closed shut to hospitals’ recurring junkie patients, New York City is no longer the cocaine-fueled Wall Street joyride that it used to be.
Having barely folded up his campy Captain America comic book costume in the box labeled “Burn This,” Chris Evans returns to prove he has enough kilowatts to shine in a script chosen for something besides money. In Puncture, he gets a real workout. It’s a harrowingly grim true story about a functioning Houston attorney named Mark Weiss
Books & Pills
From the people who brought you Go the F**k to Sleep and the Noir series of crime fiction — Philadelphia Noir, New York Noir, Haiti Noir, etc. — now comes a new anthology: “the Akashic Drug Chronicles.”
The Daily Transom
Talk about a bad trip! In Le Freak: An Upside Down Story of Family, Disco, and Destiny, the new memoir from Nile Rodgers out this October, there’s a acid-addled anecdote involving a certain downtown art superstar, a story that’s perhaps never seen the light of day. It involves a party in Little Italy gone Read More
“Okay, this is a real problem,” began a frenzied email to the Transom. “Brian,” who works at a fashion magazine in Manhattan, was distraught, explaining: “I had a horror of a time filling my last scrip. Duane Reade and CVS are both fucked citywide.”
“Brian” was referring to his prescription of Adderall XR. A shortage Read More