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Chasing the Dragon...

  • By girly-d
  • On 19/01/2019
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See what people don't seem to get about doing Heroin is that you aren't chasing anything...

Not at first anyway.

You're just running.

Running from debt, running from relationships, running from just about everything once the shit hits the fan...

And when you're all out of running and you hit that brick wall, it's right there waiting for you.

Like an old friend...

The answer to everything.

And it's not a dragon at all.

It's the best thing ever.

And yes it wraps you in big fluffy blankets and the world's a marshmallow and all of that jazz.

But the absolute best thing? The thing that keeps you coming back for more? You get to be like Mr fucking Benn...and have the best adventures in the world.

So whatever you want from life, wherever you want to be in your head, you've got it and you go there...A  hammock on the beach, a mansion with a swimming pool, hordes of adoring minions catering to your every whim...it's yours for the taking...you build it and they come...

Which means that there is no grotty bedsit, or shoplifting in Tesco or whatever it is that you do with your days in supposed real life. ..because that place in your head is the bollocks...which means that you never want to leave.

And then one day it stops.

The door in your head doesn't take you to Narnia like it used to...and it all starts to go horribly wrong...

Because the best anaesthetic in the world isn't working now, and that big, fluffy blanket of yours is gone...and in its place is the worst sickness ever.

And the Dragon in the corner is smiling...

Because you see,  there always was a dragon...

He was hiding under the blanket.

And you call on Mr Benn, and you try to run away, but when you finally open your eyes, you haven't moved, and he's still in the room...and then that little penny drops and you know that you are fucked...

And right before he goes to leave he leans in to where you lie sweating and shaking on the floor...And he whispers these five horrendous little words...

"I'm hungry now. Feed me..."

 

 

 

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