Foianoia.
I have an information problem.
As a newspaper reporter, I’m a glutton for information. It is my drug of choice. Good information gets you high. Bad information rots your brain.
Some of the best information is in public records — documents, reports, spreadsheets and more, all generated by the people with the access and authority to gather the dopest data, the juiciest evidence and the choicest uncut deets.
And the best part is that all of this gouge, this skinny, this 411, it all belongs to you and me. At least in theory.
You see, getting your hands on it can be a problem. It’s out there. You know it, but you get strung out on sh*t in the desperate search for a good hit, scouring websites and digging through Google results. Stealing your friend’s VCR to pawn it for cash you can trade for a ragged old stack of declassified CIA docs about POWs in Laos. (Is it obvious yet that I don’t have any experience with real drugs or addiction?)
But some of the main traffickers of this high-quality junk are supposed to be the government’s Freedom of Information Act offices, just giving it all away. Often, however, it feels like dealing with a cartel. (I really hope a FOIA official is reading this now).
Anyway, this is where I hope to start posting more about my efforts to obtain new stashes, as well as some of the stashes themselves, so we can all share in the uplifted feeling. If they don’t come and get us first.
