The craziest thing about this?


The price of the crack pipes: a whole quarter. Even that seems a little high for its intended subject—a person whose whole existence is committed to the strict and often cash-strapped economy of an addiction. I think the price should be dropped to a nickel. I also think the pipes should never cost nothing, as that would look like Christian charity.

Charles Mudede—who writes about film, books, music, and his life in Rhodesia, Zimbabwe, the USA, and the UK for The Stranger—was born near a steel plant in Kwe Kwe, Zimbabwe. He has no memory...