:BRIGHTSTUFF:..Personal & Political Musings & Rants by a Liberal Leftist Black & Asian Teacher

I'm saying she's CRACKISH.

Ever known someone who was crackish?

I'm sure if you tried really, really hard, you can at least conjure up one crackish person you know.

She (or he) could be that aunt your whole family tries to keep out of family gatherings.

Maybe he's your coworker? Your boss? Your neighbor?

I know this woman--- we'll call her Ms. Hollywood--- who upon meeting her, appears to have something of a crack fiend about her.

Her face, drooping and the victim of gravity, betrays her crackishness. She looks as if she's a faded beauty who has probably been ravaged one too many sips on the glass pipe, as evidenced by the flabbY lack of elasticity of her lips. It's obvious that she probably once had beautiful skin, but now all that's left is a saggy bag of leather.

She is erratic. In a split New York moment, she can turn from sweet as sugar to shrill crowing harpy.

Ever known anyone like that?

I bet you do.