PinnedConfessions Of a Drug-Addicted High School TeacherBy Jason Smith Story based upon actual events. Names have been changed to protect the identities of the innocent. The identities of the guilty are protected by default.Teaching24 min read
PinnedJourney Into the Dark WebBy Jason Smith Climbing the rickety wooden steps of a rundown triplex somewhere on the outskirts of the Sacramento downtown grid, I wiped the sweat from my eyes with a sticky T-shirt that felt pasted to my chest. July was bleeding into August and it was fucking hot. The flesh…Drugs20 min read
Published in Matter·PinnedHow to Say ‘I’m Fucked’ in FrenchBy Jason Smith Because I wouldn’t tell the French police — the Gendarmerie, or whatever they called themselves — where I got the OxyContin, the hospital simply kicked me out. I went to hail a taxi but realized I had no money. I didn’t even have a fucking wallet. I…Drugs4 min read
PinnedSex On WednesdaysShe smiled. “Like school… but sex… sex school.” — By Jason Smith As I reached my hand between her thighs, she pushed me away the way you would a dog who’s not allowed on the couch. “No today, Jay-zone,” she said, matter-of-factly, looking slightly annoyed. “La prossima settimana… Mercoledi.” My 19-year-old pride was slightly wounded by her 29-year-old bluntness…This Happened To Me18 min read
PinnedKingpinsOXYCONTIN, HEROIN, AND THE SACKLER-SINALOA CONNECTION — by Jason Smith PART I: THE COME UP It’s not every day a drug kingpin makes Forbes magazine’s “Most Powerful People” list, but thanks to power generated by total domination of illegal narcotic sales, that’s exactly where Joaquín “Chapo” Guzman found himself in 2013, when Forbes ranked him the 67th most powerful man on a…Mexico20 min read
Feb 21Big K and the Pigeon Race Caperby Jason Smith — It was a clear day, brisk, the sunshine pushing its way through the pine trees, the perfect setting for the day’s lone event. Granted, the schedule for an 11 year-old boy wasn’t quite bustling, but that day was the day my father hadn’t shut up about for months. My father…Memoir10 min read
Published in The Coffeelicious·Jul 13, 2016“It Shouldn’t Be This Way”But it is. — But I need help, she says, I want to be left alone, I want peace, I want quiet, I want the voices to stop, she’s begging, something, anything, anyone, fucking anyone, please, somebody do something, I want them to leave me alone because I’m just a human being, I have…Short Story2 min read
Published in The Coffeelicious·Jul 9, 2016An American SelfieSmile America. The world is watching. What did they expect the response would be? This is America. We celebrate our birthday by replicating war, for crissakes, proud of the fact that throughout the 20th century, we didn’t start fights, but we did finish them. We only used force, or so…Black Lives Matter7 min read
Nov 12, 2015The Bitter Taste of DyingBy Jason Smith Fourteen years old is far too young to find out what death tastes like, but I remember it. Vividly. In case you’re wondering, it tastes bitter — although when giving mouth-to-mouth resuscitation to a dying man whose body’s last gasp is foaming at the mouth, it’s hard…Short Story20 min read
Published in Addiction Unscripted·Aug 28, 2015Jerry Stahl: The InterviewA Real Edition Exclusive. by Jason Smith Lip.TV Sitting outside of Fred’s 62 Diner in East Hollywood, I watch Jerry Stahl drive up — black Cadillac, black pants, black T-shirt, Johnny Cash had Johnny Cash shot dope while screenwriting for ALF and Moonlighting in the early 80s- when I’m struck…Interview3 min read
