Funkadelic - Hit It and Quit It
As is my habit, I will briefly drape some quasi-intellectual dross over this post before letting it stand on its own bitchin’ merits (which are ample). “Hit It and Quit It” presumably refers to an amorous liaison of the most superficial sort -though who am I to disparage pleasure, which can be profound- but it also reminds me of how a hero of mine toyed with addiction.
William Vollmann, about whom I’ve posted before, is one of my favorite writers. In addition to the essentially flawless Europe Central, he’s written extensively about life among prostitutes and the poor, and in researching and experiencing their lives he decided to use crack cocaine. He’s asked about it often since, as Mr. Show so memorably demonstrated, people who haven’t used crack can’t believe anyone who has isn’t a crackhead:
Interviewer: I gather you often used drugs with people in the Tenderloin to get a better sense of the life there. Did you ever worry you’d get addicted?Vollman: I don’t know, not really. I probably used crack over 100 times in my life, but I never found myself craving it. But there’s a really nice coffee shop down the street from my house, and I go there sometimes to get a coffee and a cookie. And sometimes I find myself waking up really wanting that cookie. That never happened with crack.So take it from National Book Award-winning genius William Vollmann: good cookies are more addictive than crack, which you can pretty much hit and quit at will.
This post has caused me to use the phrase “hit it and quit it” far too frequently in recent conversations.
