I’ve not used any controlled substances for over 2 years now
and any of the cravings I used to get eventually passed by with
time, but I still break out in a panic stricken sweat when I see
people using ******* on the street. An irrational voice inside my
head tells me my dopamine starved mind needs to feed the beast
that mediates so much pleasure to it..
A short lived level of fear hangs over me and a burning desire
to be absorbed by all its glory and ill famed charm.
It’s dominance is apparent in all heavy users whose serotonin
thresholds have not quite reached that level of addiction but are
only a few snorts short of having the monkey on back.
I know a film star whose eyes would literally dilate with
Elysium just from mentioning the rich mans aspirin, we both
shared an unhealthy appetite for copious amounts of opiates
and could’ve quite easily given Keith Richards a run for his
money. How we are both still alive, I don’t know.