Diary of a Drug addict

Morning... 8:45
The day began well. The remains of yesterday"s dose were still in my bloodstream, and my pinpoint-sized pupils were lazily trying to dilate when the sun sank behind the clouds. I lit a cigarette, of course it"s a bad idea to smoke on an empty stomach, but smoking before breakfast had become a habit.
The modem was desperately blinking, sending the last e-mails to the last point, or maybe link. I started GolDed, slowly looked through all of the echoes, and, finally, my clouded gaze stopped at ru.drugs... after reading a few messages I had received, I sank off of the chair, realizing that I was in no condition to answer them right now. Damn, and someone asked me to change a password... oh well -- the password can run, but it can"t hide.
I laughed to myself at the clever pun and went to the kitchen. An inspection of the refrigerator yielded nothing... I wasn"t hungry. But I did need to eat, since I hadn"t in three days and my face looked like a dried fruit.
I felt better after a glass of water and found the strength to get dressed and go to the store. Just my luck -- they were out of Fanta, and only a Pepsi bottle displayed a Generation NEXT slogan in proud solitude on the shelf. I was stuck with the Pepsi...
I came home and went back to the computer. In the 10 minutes it took me to go to the store I got a few new e-mails. But -- no matter how fresh -- e-mail doesn"t sit well on an empty stomach.
During a secondary inspection of the fridge I found some left-over fried rice, some red caviar, and half a bottle of Absolute. "Hah," I thought, "not bad at all." I forced the fried rice into my stomach, which resists any foreign substances, composed an inelaborate caviar sandwich, and blissfully began pouring vodka into a glass.
I felt better after a 150 grams. As the alcohol flowed through my veins I felt better and better with every minute...
Slowly I walked back to my room, where the faithful GolDed was awaiting me with fresh mail. I answered all the mail, rocked back in the chair... sweet... it"s so nice to be sitting like this in the morning, admiring the Windows NT desktop with its pretty icons... "I should make an inspection of my pockets," I thought. "Maybe I"ll find something useful..." I took off the leather vest and began thoroughly digging through all of the pockets. Some very interesting things turned up: a telephone card, well-worn from alternate use, $100 that was left over from yesterday"s trip for furniture, a calendar, a lighter, and a bunch of other junk. As I stuck my hand in the last pocket, I felt a small package -- my brain, which had yet to recover, didn"t even understand what it was right away. It was a carefully-folded piece of foil from Davidoff cigarettes... My heart began beating frantically. Shoving the mouse off the plastic mousepad I slowly unfolded the package... It was heroin -- about 0.15 grams.
I dumped it onto the mousepad, jerkily made a line a couple of matches thick, and equally abruptly rolled up the $100 bill. The powder ate away at my nose and throat, and began slowly seeping into my bloodstream. My mind became cloudy, I took a gulp of water and lit a cigarette...
9:45. And then the day began...

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