When
you spend a lot of time on the streets, you begin to classify bums by
the different drugs they use as an easy way to predict their
behavior. You of course have your languid weed bums and their new sub-group,
the K2 bum, who spends all day in a semi-psychotic state talking to
himself and starring at the ground. You have your heroin bums who nod off mid-sentence and you have your crack bums who rage all night
and into the early morning hours until they finally hit some kind of
critical mass around sunrise and begin to believe the birds are out
to get them.
Then you have the old mainstay: the
drunken bum, who has, by virtue of commercial variety, multiple
sub-distinctions. At the top of the tree is the beer bum who is
usually somewhat more functional and articulate than his brethren.
The whiskey bum is reduced to a semi-human state in which even simple
panhandling becomes an insurmountable challenge. Not to be outdone is
the MadDog bum, shunned even by his own kind for his uncivilized
behavior and brutish countenance. In all cases the drunken bum is a
primal being who lives or dies by his integration with his
environment. If a bum is skilled you can barely see him as he blends
in, chameleon-like, with his surroundings.
If you think there could be no further
rung down the ladder than the MadDog bum you are mistaken, because no
matter how depraved he may become he has the comfort of knowing that
his drug of choice was, in fact, manufactured for human consumption.
Not so the mouthwash bum, who would be shamed by the horrible social
stigma his poison incurs if only he was coherent enough to perceive
it. Alienated from society, mocked by other bums, the mouthwash bum
stands alone as a symbol of how far some people have to go before
they finally hit “rock bottom.”
This is the strata that I occupy.
Oh yes, I've drank mouthwash, my friends. If you
weren't careful I might have drank all of yours when you
weren't looking. Before you hone in on the negatives, I want to call
your attention to some of the benefits of drinking mouthwash:
1: It's legal to carry anywhere. You
can bring it in the library if you want to. This is no small
consideration to the bums who live under constant threat of citation
or arrest for drinking alcohol in public.
2: It's dirt cheep and at 27% alcohol
it's a much better value than MadDog., especially if you get the
generic brand.
3: You can buy it on Sunday. Have you
ever woken up with a bad hangover on Sunday and counted down the
minutes of excruciating agony before you could finally buy a drink?
Not the mouthwash bum. He just heads to the oral hygiene section.
4: Minty fresh breath.
Now I know what you're saying, “You
can't drink mouthwash! It's made with isopropyl alcohol. You'll go
blind !” This is a common misconception. Mouthwash is made
with Ethanol, it's all the other stuff they put in it to freshen your
breath that makes you sick. And make you sick it does, my friends,
and deranged beyond all reason.
I went on a mouthwash binge myself not
long ago. I like to think of it as an Arthur Rimbaud kind of thing,
warping the senses to experience the full the limits of the human
experience and true mental freedom. A courageous adventure into the
depths of the human soul. Unfortunately my girlfriend didn't see it
that way.
Fun
Factor---2 : Does waking up in the morning, shaking so bad you can
hardly stand up and stumbling to the pharmacy where the cashier eyes
you with open disgust and grudgingly rings you up in awkward silence
sound like fun? All alcoholism is ugly but add mouthwash to the
equation and you have a phenomenon most people aren’t even prepared
to process. As for the high I can only compare it to absinthe as it is
like the standard alcohol buzz with a little something extra added
in. In this case the “little something extra” is Eucalyptol and
Methyl Salicylate, both of which are toxic in high
doses. I can't say if it was just my imagination, but it seemed like
the effect was more disorienting than most alcohol. One thing I can
say for sure was that after a few days it started to wreak havoc on
my throat and stomach. If you think throwing up tequila is bad, try
Listerine. I give it two instead of one just because it's always a
little bit fun to do something so anti-social, even if one of the
side-effects is vomiting blood.
Social Stigma---10: People
are very sensitive about the whole “drinking their mouthwash”
thing. The girl I was seeing at the time just couldn't get over it.
Even if I went to the store and bought it with my own money she would harangue me for hours. Hey, I can understand your position, but try to
understand mine. If they sold beer on Sunday I would never have even
thought to drink mouthwash in the first place. We live in a deeply
broken society and I am simply a product of it. The government, with
it's acquiescence to the “moral authority” of the Church made it
inevitable that I would end up drinking mouthwash. It was a foregone
conclusion. Anyway, that's what I told her but she wouldn't let it
go.
Fear Factor---3/10: Much of alcoholism is tied up with the cycle of anxiety and relaxation that
is inherent to the alcohol binge. A large part of your consciousness
is tied up with how relaxed you are feeling at the moment and
whether or not you should be feeling better than you do. When the
booze is at full tilt, you become calm and even-keeled enough to function, albeit in a confused and foolhardy manner. When you are in the
middle of a dry spell, like at night or on Sunday morning for example, the soul
crushing anxiety begins to take hold and it's all you can do
to keep yourself from shaking. The obvious way to avoid this
negative feedback loop is not drinking in the first place but
once it's started the cycle can be very difficult, and even dangerous,
to stop.
Value of Psychedelic Insights
Obtained---0: This one is a toss-up because in some ways the
insights you obtain while drinking mouthwash are completely accurate.
The problem is that they only pertain to the stupidity of drinking
mouthwash and the fragility of human life. You wouldn't need those
insights if you didn't drink mouthwash in the first place so they are of limited value. One side effect that's of some
interest to the psychedelic warrior is that during the detox phase you
experience vivid hallucinations and frighteningly realistic dreams. I
can't say I obtained any valuable insights from them but they definitely constituted an “altered state of consciousness.” You
will see the pink elephants, and they will not be amusing.
Detox---10: Detoxing from alcohol is something everyone from New Orleans experiences at least
once in their lives. It's a right of passage akin to catching a Zulu Coconut or sleeping with a teenage runaway from Monroe. As brutal
experiences go, few compare to checking yourself into the the ER and
telling them you have a four pint a day mouthwash habit. If you're
lucky they'll give you some Ativan but some states don't go for that
kind of thing and if you don't play your cards right you can end up
in the padded room. Detox takes a good week or so and includes
several shades of paranoia that you weren't previously aware of. Definitely not worth the menacing hallucinations, no matter how realistic they are.
But you didn't need me to
tell you that, did you? Most people would never consider drinking
mouthwash even if you told them it was the best thing since Hindu Kush.
And that's a good thing. That chaotic vortex of depravity is not for the curious observer but only
for the experienced aficionado who cannot tolerate the tyranny of government over his drinking habits and has a hearty tolerance for the disdain of his fellows. Whether or not this disdain is deserved is debatable but you can rest assured that you will not have people lined up to invite you over for dinner. Even if you do it's only a matter of time before they start hiding their Listerine.