Never Too Late!

Never Too Late!
any resemblance to anyone real or imaginary is mere bad luck
we are all lying in the gutter, but some of us are trying to get up


Some have expressed concern due to the needle-in-vein photo, thinking it some sort of cry for HELP (what a watery-looking hit it was anyway...), so: empty bottle methadone, empty strips of various tablets. 2nd day no opiate-receptor-binding chemicals whatever.

You can talk about withdrawals, but really, you can have a bad time and dark thoughts on a rough day no matter what it's brought about by. Don't want my life-story to turn into a catalogue of the chemical influences I put in my head (because my diary has...)

This is normality. We are always programming our brain chemistries, one way or another. How much qualitative difference between the nine-to-five/Eastenders/Prozac zombie, and the heroin zombie?