CHRISTIAN HEROIN CLINIC
15 March 2002
Jim sat in the waiting room of the clinic. He was quietly confident he was going to get the job.
'For over ten years I've been a smack head' he thought to himself. 'But I've been clean for the last two. I've come out of it and I have servived. Unlike some of my friends. I'm lucky, yes. Shooting every penny up my arm when I could have had a house, a job and a company car. When I could'nt find a main line any where I'd shoot it in my eye ball. The times I'd go to party's spend hours in the toilet . Come out with my belt undone, my trousers half way down and smashed out of my skull.
Those days are beyond me now. I have servived. Ten years exsperience. Now its time to use that exsperience to help others. And when I saw this ad in the news paper that a Christian organisation wanted councerlers to rehabilitate junkies I knew that was for me. I know this is my vocation.'
From out of the interview room came Mrs Traffic.
'Hallo Mr Meersburge. Sorry to keep you waiting. Would you like to come into the interview room now.'
Jim walked in and sat down. In front of him were four members of the Christian society, They were all dressed in smart suits. Jim felt uncomfortable in his boots and jeans.
'So Mr Meersburg' said one of the guys. 'How do you feel qualified for this job?'
'Well' said Jim crossing his legs confidently 'I've been a heroin addict for the last ten years. But now I'm clean and now I want to bring my exsperience to your clinic to help others.'
There was a roar of dismay, repultion and disbelief amongst the four suited panel.
'Oh God 'said one. 'We cant have an ex junkie talking to other junkies. Christ knows what would happen."
'You would encourage the junkies to take more smack," said another.
'This clinic would be full of dirty needles' said the third.
'And where would our faith in Jesus be then?' said the fourth.
'I'm sorry ' said Miss Traffic . 'But you are not suitable for the job. Totallly unsuitable..'
Jim went home. Disillusionedþ..Took up smack again..
The next canditate for the job was Jason Fridge.
Jasson was an avide bible reader. Had nice pairents. Had a nice school life,
'So' said the four panel of judges at the clinic of rehabilitaion of junkies. 'What is your exsperience off Life?'
'Well " said little Jason. 'I read the Bible everyday. And I wear Rose coloured specticles.'
'that¹s very good' said the Christian panel of judges. 'Now, what is your exsperience of heroin addects?'
'I've got a Velvit Underground records' said Jason.
'Well done' said the Christian Society for reforming heroin addicts. 'You have the job.'
After two weeks Jason became a junkie.
The End
Sexton Ming