One of the most interesting parts of The Night of The Gun by David Carr is to see how others viewed him when he was a drug addict. Since most of the people Carr interviews have gone thought the recovery process just as he has they understand the importance of telling Carr how he truly was. A shrink that Carr once went to described Carr's actions as, "You were stressed and burning the candle on every end" and goes on to say, "I just figured, at twenty-four, yeah, you could probably keep it up for a while, and eventually you would hit a wall" (67). These and other accounts make David seem to wake about how bad he truly was. A professional shrink, who sees people with problems everyday, even notices that Carr was so far that no one could save him besides himself. But Carr didn't think he needed saving.
One of Carr's old acquaintances, Steve, describes Carr a little darker, saying. "You beat yourself to death. I'd say that you are lucky to be alive at all. You didn't give a shit one way or another" (143). To act so badly to have someone be surprised that you're living must be an odd feeling. If nothing else jolted Carr, this must have. It's unfathomable to think that you were unintentionally killing yourself while thinking you were having fun. Plus, years after, you can't even remeber that you were doing this. Living in the little bubble that I do, I really can't grasp this fact.
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