Diary of a Junkie
It's the sort of thing you can never imagine happening to you, which makes it all the more startling when it does. College relaxes your attitude towards certain types of behaviour, but you think your self-control is unchanging. Then one day it starts. The peer pressure was pretty intense, and coming from a person I trusted so much it was only a matter of time before I caved. My first dose of ephedrine was miraculous, almost life-changing. It lifted me from the grey morass my life had become and set me free. But of course it couldn't last. Things started going downhill quickly. Suddenly the doses weren't doing their job. My bliss started lasting for only an hour or so, and by the next day it was down to minutes. I knew the rules, I knew how much was safe to take, but before I knew it I was tripling the dosage in a desperate attempt to capture those first few moments I had enjoyed. It wasn't enough, though, and I wasn't willing to risk the consequences of a total overdose, not with a drug whose side effects include heart problems. There was no way around it, I needed something more powerful.
I tried reaching my old friend Gutierrez, whose helped me out a few binds in the past, but he was too busy these days, unable to lend a hand. So I turned to John Thomas, a new face on the block but a man who might be my only hope. Thomas came through for me, in the form of a beautiful trio of chemical relief. If ephedrine is a foot soldier, these babies were the heavy artillery. Advair, a magical substance that is virtually undetectable aside from the effect it has on me. Albuterol, a giant among giants, only to be used sparingly. And rounding out the trio, the powerful steroid called prednisone. With this veritable witch's brew, I may finally be able to survive my stay here in El Paso.
I tried reaching my old friend Gutierrez, whose helped me out a few binds in the past, but he was too busy these days, unable to lend a hand. So I turned to John Thomas, a new face on the block but a man who might be my only hope. Thomas came through for me, in the form of a beautiful trio of chemical relief. If ephedrine is a foot soldier, these babies were the heavy artillery. Advair, a magical substance that is virtually undetectable aside from the effect it has on me. Albuterol, a giant among giants, only to be used sparingly. And rounding out the trio, the powerful steroid called prednisone. With this veritable witch's brew, I may finally be able to survive my stay here in El Paso.