But don't get the idea it was easy. It's hard being a dope fiend.
What the fuck these people are talking about? You gotta be crazy on acid to think a joint looks like a goddamn cockroach.
That moment when your breath starts to slow. And every time you breathe, you breathe out all the oxygen you have.
And everything stops: your heart, your lungs, then finally, your brain. And everything you feel, and wish, and want to forget, it all just sinks.
And then suddenly you give it air again, give it life again.
— You had any drugs in the last 24 hours?
— No. Well, I guess I snorted some coke and smoked some pot... but that was just to make the Ecstasy last longer.
— Sure you're not forgetting anything?
— Maybe a few beers.
— Did you ever think you might have a substance-abuse problem?
— The only substance problem I have is I need you to give me some tranqs... so I can come down off this fucking coke.
— See, my partners here tell me that you produce a meth... that's 70 percent pure, if you're lucky. What I produce is 99.1 percent pure.
— So?
— So it's grade school T-ball... versus the New York Yankees. Yours is just some tepid... off-brand, generic cola. What I'm making is Classic Coke.
— All right. Okay. So if we just waste you right here right now... and leave you in the desert... then there is no more Coke on the market, right? See how that works? There's only us.
— Do you really wanna live in a world without Coca-Cola?
— Apart from me, who doesn't shoot up?
— No one I know.
Drugs are marvelous if you want to escape, but reality is so rich, why escape?
Maybe I'm addicted,
I'm out of control,
But you're the drug
That keeps me from dying.
Maybe I'm a liar,
But all I really know is
You're the only reason
I'm trying.