An accumulation of all my experiences have led me here. Imagine being outside naked in the blistering cold. Your ears burn, your ears losing sensation all while the roar of bitter winds tear at your body.... Some one is coming for you... Something is driving even them... Your face burns, your cheeks go raw from the wind and ice acting like a sandblaster against your flesh...genitals almost nonexistent as they burrow into the abdomen looking for warmth...like any rational being would. Then, a car. You climb inside, there are half a dozen silk sheets and wool blankets. The heat is full blast... Your lifelong bestfreind is driving. The ONLY person You trust to keep You safe. The ONE person You can count on to hand your wallet and are more likely to find more money in there when it's handed back than when you handed it over in the 1st place.You take your medicine... The winter storm rages on outside but is dulled into a embryonic sound...Im traveling now...the aches leaving from my legs. The rate of my heart slowing... I'm and thankful. It's the only time I feel what I believe to be actual love. I'm warmer, able to let the tiny bit of my guard down that is feasibly able to be..... We ride through the wailing storm. The car rocking occasionally from the wind. It's almost comforting... The only man I truly trust is driving. If he decides it our time to wreck, to die...who am I to argue... Just this small bit a respite is worth more to me the the entire 5 fingers on my left hand which I would , at times, happily trade for this relief.... Something by Portishead play in the back ground.
I'm not dopesick...