David Carr of the New York Times Was an Interesting Cat
David Carr of the New York Times passed away yesterday at the age of 58. I’m not a fan of the Times and I didn’t read Carr’s columns but when I read the news of his untimely death, it reminded me of something of his that I did read.
Back in 2009, Carr published an excerpt from his book which chronicled his journey from a serious drug addiction problem to working for the New York Times. Without knowing anything about him before then, I read it and found it fascinating. The guy was a great writer.
Me and My Girls
Where does a junkie’s time go? Mostly in 15-minute increments, like a bug-eyed Tarzan, swinging from hit to hit. For months on end in 1988, I sat inside a house in north Minneapolis, doing coke and listening to Tracy Chapman’s “Fast Car” and finding my own pathetic resonance in the lyrics. “Any place is better,” she sang. “Starting from zero, got nothing to lose.”
After shooting or smoking a large dose, there would be the tweaking and a vigil at the front window, pulling up the corner of the blinds to look for the squads I was always convinced were on their way. All day. All night. A frantic kind of boring. End-stage addiction is mostly about waiting for the police, or someone, to come and bury you in your shame.
It’s a long piece but worth reading in full.
I had also forgotten that he wrote a great obituary piece for Andrew Breitbart.
Condolences to his family and friends.
He was an interesting guy.