Go Ask Alice by Anonymous
Was the late 60s-early 70s drug culture really this bad? Were teenagers really spiking their unwitting friends’ food with LSD? Were high schoolers really selling drugs to elementary school kids? Were fifteen year olds really having speed, crack and heroin parties? This “diary” would have you believe that.
It would also have you believe that if you do drugs once, you’ll be smoking crack and marijuana by week’s end. The day after that, you’ll be injecting speed. You’ll by giving up your virginity in an orgy by the next weekend. Within a month, sleeping pills and tranquilizers. The next month, selling drugs at a middle school. And less than three months after trying drugs once – inadvertently – at a party, you’ll have run away from home and be doing heroin with middle-aged folks who rape you while you’re high. And then after you get clean, you’ll die anyway on the last page.
This diary reads like every single scary drug stereotype put together into a narrative. It obviously wasn’t written by a fifteen year old suburbanite, but by one or more paranoid adults who’ve never done drugs in their life.
It started when she was served a soft drink laced with LSD in a dangerous party game. Within months, she was hooked, trapped in a downward spiral that took her from her comfortable home and loving family to the mean streets of an unforgiving city. It was a journey that would rob her of her innocence, her youth – and ultimately her life.