I should have clarified at the outset that this space is not about drugs. I don't do drugs and never have. Not for fun and not prescribed, except Glucontrol and Glycophlage for type 2 diabetes.

When I was locked up in the psycho ward for 2 weeks in 2004, I refused to take any of their pills. I was also lucky enough to make sure no one had power of attorney for me, so I never got any injections there. I don't think they spiked the food either, but I can't be sure about that.

"Inside" I met a 20-something guy I called Rabbit, a self-confessed crack dealer, who had been busted and dumped in the detox unit. We called him Rabbit because he almost escaped and made all the way out of the hospital and well into the parking lot before security caught him and hauled him back. I mention Rabbit because his mind was quick, which made me wonder whether it was genes or crack that gave him that edge. There’s a down-side in the blurrzone, that’s scary to me, and I don’t want to end up there.