It is almost impossible to estimate the number of drug addicts in Australia. Far from being limited to illicit drugs such as heroin and methamphetamines, there must be uncounted thousands, even hundreds of thousands, suffering from addiction to alcohol, cigarettes and gambling.
And not content with running one life, addiction destroys the lives of those who know the addict – it steals away a friend, a relative, a loved one.
I know far too much about this side of addiction. This past summer should have been a carefree, joyous time with my girlfriend, but instead it has been arduous and taxing. Instead of planning for the future, it seems as though we are just trying to stagger through to the end of the day. There have been some distractions, thankfully, and her habit hasn’t been fed every day. I can’t begin to comprehend how helpful this has been in curbing her excesses.
Even so, we have been living in solitude, due simply to the solo nature of her drug of choice – Guitar Hero.
It is not uncommon for me to fall asleep, only to be woken at 3 or 4 in the morning by the mashing of coloured buttons and the clunk of the strum bar.
Our sex life, spectacular before, is now limited to Poison’s Talk Dirty To Me.
Our love of discovering new music and our passionate arguments about the merits of various releases, has now been stripped down to a single consideration – whether or not it would be fun to play on GH.
Our social life, once vibrant and exhaustive, is now only slightly busier than John Howard’s secretary. We haven’t done anything in weeks. We don’t paint the town red anymore. We just stay home and Paint It, Black.
Still, there is always hope. Hope that she will become so involved in uni that she forgets her addiction. Hope that, one day, she will once again see me as more than just a backup player when her hand gets tired. Hope that one day, soon, the madness will end.
What’s Rock Band?