If only I could keep my hands busy.

Debauchery masks depression in a cloud of boozy exaltation.

This happened to me just yesterday.

This woman knocked at my door. First let me say, our “mutual history” was very brief.
This woman knocked at my door. First let me say, I was entertaining my second master, my second mentor.
This woman knocked at my door, threw herself to her knees and proclaimed her undying love for me, and refered to me [...]

Haidee and The Heroin Life

I once met an older woman named Haidee who tried to sell me onto the idea of The Heroin Life, and this is what she told me:
“It’s the only thing there is, ” she said, in a tone of extraordinary ecstatic detachment. One could divine an infinite unholy joy derived from it’s own sadness. It was [...]