Dear Anne Moss,
I got your letter. You said you f-ing hated me but I could care less.
I am heroin, the most powerful drug in the world.
I am so entrenched in your culture, it will take decades to undo the damage. Your son was just another casualty. I don’t even remember him. How could I? I’ve killed millions, ruined millions of lives and torn apart families.
I have more control over your loved ones than you ever had. You have no control over me and it’s so pathetic to watch you try.
What’s more, I keep changing in both form and formulation. People add delicious new pharmaceuticals that make me more and more irresistible. They can’t live without me and keep coming back for more. And more. And more. Until they don’t. Like your son. What’s his name again?
Sure some of them make it. But I’ve carved a path in their heads that will never leave. Mothers, fathers, siblings, aunts, uncles and friends will always worry about me coming back.
You thought you got rid of me in the 70s. I was barely a blip on the radar screen, overshadowed by all the new party drugs. I was weaker back then, so pure and powerful now. Those little white pills you invented were mere bread crumbs right back to me. I had all but disappeared until greed and opportunity revived me.
I create nirvana–an explosion of pleasure. But then I get tired of them. They nag, beg, steal and even kill to get more of me. They worship me. Of course they do. I am a drug Czar! They’ll give up anything for me. Their children, their houses, their cars. Everything. But by then, they are pathetic, needy and no longer any fun at all.
Some of them get cleaned up. And then some guy in a white coat inadvertently hands over a piece of paper that gets cashed in at the pharmacy and I have them back all over again. Or some parent like you leaves a bottle of pills in a cabinet. Or their own brains talk them into just one more party and I am back in their lives in an instant.
I am incredibly invincible. And intoxicating. The fact that you think your puny little effort here could take down an empire like mine is laughable.
They will spend a couple of billion to eradicate me? I can cost you that much in a few months. And a lifetime of grief.
All the best,
Heroin, the all powerful