UH-OH. The fun train is ending for The Lord. After going balls to the wall in Atlantic City this past weekend, Scott Disick is apparently down in Costa Rica where he checked into a rehab center. Of all the places to check into rehab, Costa Rica seems like a decent one. Via TMZ:
Disick checked into Rythmia Life Advancement Center in Costa Rica. He says, “I realize my issues are bigger than me and I’m ready to truly remedy this struggle I continue to battle.”
Scott has had multiple problems with alcohol and has vowed to maintain his sobriety, especially after his girlfriend Kourtney gave him an ultimatum.
As for his treatment, he says he is doing Iboga treatment, which involves roots from a small African tree that supposedly helps people battle addiction.
As for the facility, Rythmia is located on a private estate offering a “luxurious world-class experience” including a five-star restaurant, full-service spa with mud bath, and fitness center.
Wait a second. Iboga? People go to rehab to eat Iboga for addiction issues? By tripping their faces off on a journey down a psychedelic rabbit hole, they somehow don’t want to drink or do drugs anymore? This is baffling to me. But apparently it’s 100% a thing.
If you want to know more about Iboga, read up on your Hunter S. Thompson. In Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail ’72, Hunter S. Thompson infamously speculated that Edmund Muskie, who was on the Democratic ticket at the time, was addicted to ibogaine (which he just made up and idiots believed, which makes it even more fucking hilarious):
Not much has been written about The Ibogaine Effect as a serious factor in the Presidential Campaign, but toward the end of the Wisconsin primary race — about a week before the vote — word leaked out that some of Muskie’s top advisors had called in a Brazilian doctor who was said to be treating the candidate with “some kind of strange drug” that nobody in the press corps had ever heard of.
It had been common knowledge for many weeks that Humphrey was using an exotic brand of speed known as Wallot . . .and it had long been whispered that Muskie was into something very heavy, but it was hard to take the talk seriously until I heard about the appearance of a mysterious Brazilian doctor. That was the key. . . .
It is entirely conceivable — given the known effects of Ibogaine — that Muskie’s brain was almost paralyzed by hallucinations at the time; that he looked out at the crowd and saw gila monsters instead of people, and that his mind snapped completely she he felt something large and apparently vicious clawing at his legs.
We can only speculate on this, because those in a position to know have flatly refused to comment on rumors concerning the Senator’s disastrous experiments with Ibogaine.
There’s Hunter S. Thompson talk show appearance about all this from back in the ’70s, but unfortunately it’s edited out. Boo!
And if you’re asking me how I know all this awesome Hunter S. Thompson stuff, it’s because I fancy myself somewhat of a Gonzo historian. Life humblebrag!