A regular day was too normal. It was not enough fuel to energize his existence and it’s why he was always seeking sensational experiences such as new drugs to fill that
void.
It had been the go-to antidote for creating and prolonging excitement and once he became addicted to heroin, there was nothing to buffer the after. Even that had become tedious.
It didn’t start there, of course. It never does. When he first started with alcohol and marijuana, I could see that he wouldn’t be able to stop and I did my level best. But eventually, he met heroin, it made him feel like a king and no amount of love could prevent that trajectory.
