Marc Spitz

i have taken enough drugs for eight lifetimes but sometimes i miss them. it’s unseemly to be a 40 year old on drugs but i still don’t know what to do with all the energy i would have (and did) normally devote to finding, doing and recovering from drugs. i’ve just been funneling it into work. writing. there are usually five or six files open on my desktop. projects. screenplay. new play. old plays i’m rewriting. mick jagger book (still doing interviews, getting very lucky with my wish list but do not want to jinx by elaborating). an essay i had an idea for while listening to jazz trio in washington square park. not to mention all the lists for ideas that pertain to all of these pieces. movies to rent, books to read. most of the friends i have left have marveled about this like i’m james franco or something but really it’s just absence of drugs. i haven’t done heroin or cocaine in a very long time and i haven’t danced (like shawn ryder, i’ve never danced like bez) in a very long time either. i guess i’m romanticizing them. i read that pills thrills and bellyaches was going to turn 20 this fall. i thought about pitching something to uncut about it but fuck ‘em. i will indulge in nostalgia (stock in trade) here and be on with it. i don’t wish i had all the money i used to spend on dope, like tom waits sang. i just wish i had some of the moves.