If alcohol is a crutch for one's brain then narcotic pills are a candy cane not if you're looking to manage pain (although those intentions can change) but to hop on the sugar rush train just know once the pez dispenser is drained you'll have to walk all the same after the sugar train sugar crashes and you must escape the sugar ashes of a powder overload that people confuse with blow because you explode once your sweet tooth is exposed you can barely speak because that's all that's left of your teeth and your only way of relief is atop a pixie stick peak surrounded by a cocoa ocean perpetuating turbulent motion so you look for sugarless lifesavers like that's asking a light favor after you spited neighbors over candy flavors but now you need their help to walk they'll think you're nothing but talk because you thought your cane was the kind used by pimps but take it away and watch how you limp.