The Third Step: Quitting, a Smoking Gun with Coughing Nails, a Real Read Herring: The Isometrics of Tobacco and Power of Nonsense
By Al Lucas
()
About this ebook
Mr. Lucas was born in New York and never recovered. Currently he is at a distance from all previous acquaintances. He has much hope for the world despite its reversals.
Al Lucas
This is the original 1st person version called High Steppin' off da Crack, first submitted as a 3rd person account under the name of simply Hi' Steppin' years ago. This 1st person version is more in keeping with an autobiographical style while still using fictional names as characters and was created before the 3rd person version, but lost, only to be found later after the 3rd person publication. It opens with an emaciated man standing on the day of 9/11 in the VA lobby, awaiting hospitalization for crack usage. One bizarre incident after another occurs leaving his sanity no longer in question. Being a Vietnam-era vet, he is screened and then followed up by two psychiatrists of Oriental persuasion who treat him rather realistically, to his chagrin. He is discharged with a nursing plan to attend Avon Park, a renowned dual diagnosis center in Sebring, FL, but first must go to SafePlace, a transitional housing facility in Tampa to protect him from the dealers while he awaits an opening in Avon. First, however, Paul decides to go home and have one more bout with crack, to get the high he never had, using his car as leverage. It doesn't work out so well. He thus attends SafePlace without a car. It should be noted, he has read to one of the psychiatrists his ongoing novel and continues to read or have read to any and all its contents. One person, a roommate, at SafePlace is so moved, he blows his brains out. At Avon, he is assigned a class coordinator, Manfred Mundane, an ex-military pilot, who is unsympathetic about Paul's writing skills. Getting kicked out for bumming cigarettes, Paul comes home with new verve. He will in fact attend AA and does. He fights his way out of bankruptcy and foreclosure blindly with no help from family or friends and miraculously incurs twelve years of clean time. The book ends with a surprise, reserved for the reader. It should also be noted, the narrative weaves between Paul's acid days in Morocco and his current plight. His journal is in the past tense; the book's outcome, in the present with both coming to an end in Paul's bedroom where reality merges in a sexual farce.
Read more from Al Lucas
The Midterms Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsMojo and the Mind: With a Touch of Putin Politics Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Second Step, Lo' Steppin': The Isometrics of Welfare and Power of Losing Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Fourth Step, A Dream Amidst the Chaos: The Isometrics of Thought and Power of Projection Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe First Step, Hi' Steppin' Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsHigh Steppin off da Crack, the Original: The Isometrics of Isolation and Power of Depression Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Last Step: The Trite World of Paul Undres, A Final Expose Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe First Step: Hi' Steppin': The Isometrics of Isolation and Power of Depression Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Third Step - The Smoking Gun and the Coughing Nails, a Real Read Herring: The Isometrics of Tobacco and Power of Nonsense Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsMister Bon Mot and the Meaning of Wife Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsAl Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratings
Related to The Third Step
Related ebooks
The Third Step - The Smoking Gun and the Coughing Nails, a Real Read Herring: The Isometrics of Tobacco and Power of Nonsense Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Only Way to Stop Smoking Permanently Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Presto!: How I Made Over 100 Pounds Disappear and Other Magical Tales Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Code to Joy: The Four-Step Solution to Unlocking Your Natural State of Happiness Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Boomer Protocols (The Apocalypse Series, Book 1) Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Firestorm Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsHow to Stop Your Child Smoking Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Am I Sane Yet?: An Insider's Look at Mental Illness Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Three Men in a Boat (Legend Classics) Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsKaiju Delicatessen (English Edition) Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsPneumadectomy: After Dinner Conversation, #39 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsHallucinations Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsSmoking: The Secret Art Of Stopping Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsGoing My Way: A Search for the Perfect Poop Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsLoving Yourself Enough to Live: Inspirational Messages for Trying Times Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Second Opinion: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Cheating God Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsSkywreck Afternoons: Part 1 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsEncountering Heaven and the Afterlife: True Stories From People Who Have Glimpsed the World Beyond Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Conversations on Dying: A Palliative-Care Pioneer Faces His Own Death Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Up from the Abyss: A Journey of Personal Redemption from the Ravages of Guillain-Barrè Syndrome Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsA Boy Walks into a Bar Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsSoft Apocalypses Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Soul Advocate Season 1: Soul Advocate, #1.1 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsRound The Red Lamp (1894) Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsRadiation Days: The Rollicking, Lighthearted Story of a Man and His Cancer Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsA Life of Breath: The House Dog's Tail Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratings
Absurdist For You
Aiken In Check: A Spy Game Novel Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsI Fear My Pain Interests You: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/57 best short stories by Franz Kafka Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsHeart of a Dog Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/51n1 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsMax and the Multiverse: Max and the Multiverse, #1 Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/53 Crazy Funny Short Novels for Adults: Tue and Insane Tales for the Mature Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Harpy Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5A Confederacy of Dunces Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Feud Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Finnegans Wake Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Sweetlust: Stories Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Gilda Trillim: Shepherdess of Rats Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsTemporary Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Writer's Block Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsLife Ceremony: Stories Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5After Hope Dies Rating: 1 out of 5 stars1/5Existential Terror and Breakfast Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Financial Lives of the Poets: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Terminal Boredom: Stories Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Book of Illusions: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Nonexistent Knight Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Life: A User's Manual Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Guest Lecture Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Third Policeman: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Attack of the 50 Foot Indian Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Trout Fishing in America Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Wake Up, Sir!: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Death with Interruptions Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5
Related categories
Reviews for The Third Step
0 ratings0 reviews
Book preview
The Third Step - Al Lucas
Chapter 1: The Compulsion
His garb was translucent; his soul, impeccable. He looked good outside; but inside, there was a barking need. It was the dog. The dog of doggerel. All he wanted was his words to soothe, his prose to tell a story, his story. However, it was more than a story. It was to be the saga of nicotine addiction.
Paul had just gotten out of jail on a pedophilia charge and was now doing time living a life of free will. His choice was to live for his cigarettes. When would he find God? In his spare time, which incidentally, abounded?
Zeus knew, but he was a Greek. What good was he? He was fighting old wars. No degree, no order of higher speculation, no realization could possibly combat what Paul was dealing with. Nicotine addiction. The real issue was his body; it was being defiled. Of course, there is such a thing as natural deterioration, but willful destruction no matter how incidental was immoral. Ah, the determinants of tar and a thousand other ingredients. There was also the specter of a sudden heart attack, an unpleasant reality for the best of us. In essence, smoking is bad for you, in rumor and in fact.
But there was hope. Two-fold hope: one, modern science; and two, spiritual transfiguration. Both offered time: one, computerized; the other, transcendental. But life itself incorporates, integrates, and swallows. It is all consuming. Paul was bound and determined to defy the odds, and prick his conscience toward a resolution. i.e., quit somehow.
He had seventeen years of recovery under his belt. But that was from alcohol. Never mind what he was doing before, he was as spiritually fit as man could be considering his cigarette habit. He couldn’t imagine giving up before leaving an imprint in the sand. He had already stepped all over his own ghastly accomplishments, trudging them into shadowy footprints, which no one in his right mind could follow.
Paul was continuing to do wrong. It was pleasing to his mind, and to a certain extent, to the rest of his body. No need to go into medical detail, he was smoking. Right down to the butt. He felt the need for intervention: a new set of lungs, and, perhaps, a new brain. Then he might be able to help rather than harm himself.
Theoretically, he could quit and exercise—rebuild the heart and lung—but that was doing it the hard way. He was not into that kind of exertion. He simply could not give up. He wasn’t built that way. Presentiment supposed an ability to quit, but for Paul, it approached the impossible.
His only hope was to postpone the inevitable and make a mark before an egregious exit was had. He had to tell his story. If only one person liked it, that would be enough. It would explain everything. But before the story begins, there is the Man.
And the only one man out there who had all the answers was Dr. Saw, noted brain surgeon, cardiologist and pulmonary expert, a body swapper of rare skill. But before Saw, Paul thought he must re-examine the body politic and the mind politic, two fronts constantly changing, and the craving, that driving force which attacks both sides. The body politic was to feel the pain and the pleasure; the mind politic, to follow the body. The dilemma was that the driving compulsion coupled with a defeating perception that it was fruitless to fight it made for a real showdown.
What identity did he want for himself? A goodie two shoes non-smoker or a hacker? He had been a personal failure up to now on many fronts so that his identity was secure. He was a loser. Why change the dynamics so late in life? Why not just burn up the remaining years and let them extinguish into ash?
Dr. Saw might operate on him to save the day; but then Paul wanted to avoid the excoriation of skin and tissue by overcoming the impossible addiction and quit on his own will power, his mighty will power.
When is your quit date he wondered?
Not only would Paul not quit, he would not get involved in attempting to quit. Life without smoking was a waste. Life with smoking was a waste.
So, it was a tie.
Chapter 2: A Lucky Strike
He huffed and he puffed. He pulled, as they say in certain circles. The buildup of plague was more than subjective. So why worry? That was strictly subjective. Many a tribal woodsman had smoked until his eighties, his nineties; even centurions had been known to smoke happily until the end.
So why worry? That was too much subjectivity. The data accumulated indicated smoking was bad for your health. One wag had said, ashes to ashes.
Legions have died of lung cancer. Many a stroke or outright heart attack was attributable to the smoke. It was directly attributable, linked statistically and realistically, to puffing. Yet nothing smells better than a whiff of good South Carolina tobacco. That first hit always hits the spot. The nausea of twenty cigarettes is nothing compared to the cost. A pack goes for six dollars on average. That comes out for twenty cigarettes, or thirty cents a stick.
Doctor Saw seemed to be the only outlet. Preventative measures are far less expensive than last minute operations. Yet here was an operation that might be curative or postponing, to say the least. Doctor Saw could possibly, just possibly, but with no guarantees, save the day.
Herein lay the beef: he had only heard of Doctor Saw by word of mouth. Dr. Saw was sort of an iconic legend in the greater Tampa Bay area. He had performed medical miracles in his forty years of practice but had been banned from practice because of unorthodox procedures. He was a homeopath and an allopath. He was heroic in medical terms.
Paul unwrapped a box of his favorites, Lucky Strikes. He took one, non-filter of course, and lit up. Oh, how sweet it was. He looked at the back of the pack. Nestled behind the plastic wrap was a coupon.
He could hardly believe it. what he saw. A photo of the renowned head of Dr. Saw stared him in the face. Over his dome read ‘You’re a Winner,’ and a phone number in bold print.
That called for another cigarette. Perhaps this was his lucky day.
He called the number on the pack. Hello?
Yes?
came a clipped response.
I’d like to make an appointment with Dr. Saw.
When asked if he had insurance, Paul mused as he gazed up towards the ceiling, replying, I want to pay in cash. I’m good for it.
Bring a hundred thousand in twenties.
Too much,
Paul said, confusing his party with slang.
Does that mean what I think it does?
It does. Who are you, by the way?
he interjected.
Nurse Bite, compatriot of Dr. Saw.
He paused, eyeing his computer, and gave a short chuckle. I’m Paul Undres, protagonist and anti-hero. I expose the ills of the world.
What do you really want, Mr. Undres? A story or an operation?
I want a new set of lungs, one reprogrammed brain, and… a warranty,
replied Paul.
A low whistle. There are no guarantees in life.
I want a product that will not fail.
Tsk, tsk, tsk,
Nurse Bite twittered.
Paul didn’t seem to not have heard. I want to breathe again, to feel the earth, the sun, and the wind.
I see.
The coupon on my Lucky’s pack says I am a winner.
You are indeed. He’s quite good. He honors other people’s brands too.
Let’s do it, Nurse Bite.
In a flat tone and a forced chuckle, she said, Bring in the coupon.
Chapter 3: Prepping
The first thing required of Paul was a laxative. He needed to purge his system of all free radicals. The second was a large dose of antioxidants. The third was an exhilarating nap of homeopathic dreams. Holistic, he was.
Rested, he was ready.
But one question remained. How to locate Dr. Saw? Paul knew Tampa like the back of his hand, but the clandestine body part shack was not part of his geography. He called his AA friend, a former member of the Russian mafia.
Karl, where is the location of Comrade Saw’s shack?
asked Paul as he dabbed a bed of perspiration from his forehead.
He is blackballed from our world, Paul.
He still works. He’s still advertising. You’re out of touch, Karl,
Paul said. Where have you been?
Fermenting trouble. The U.S. is seeking to reestablish relations with Cuba. We need to maintain our drug channels. Need some dope?
I’ve got the shits, Karl,
Paul grunted.
Try some pain killers, that’ll stop you up.
I’ll deal with you later.
An odd thought occurred to him. He immediately got on another line. Tolstoy.
Yes.
Paul here. I’ve got a story for you.
A deep sigh could be heard