“Maybe there’s a chance that you could shoot-up heroin just once, and experience the unprecedented bliss of heroin, a feeling which I think is a profound part of the human experience. Part of me believes that people ought to know what an IV heroin high feels like. I can’t justify it, really. I guess I believe that something that feels so unique and so, so good, deserves to be felt. Heroin ought to be experienced. I don’t know. Here’s the thing. Once you feel that feeling, if even one time, it cuts you so fucking deep that there is no turning back. It’d be like giving a blind man sight for just a moment, and then telling him to walk around for the rest of his life with a new knowledge of what he lacks. Once you know junk, it pulls your soul in that direction like a muslim to Mecca. It wounds you. IV heroin is like coming in from the cold to a warmth you never knew you lacked. Does that make sense? It’s like you’re born, and you need food for hunger, drink for thirst, warmth for cold, love for loneliness, and you get all of these things to sate your body and soul, and you’re a complete person. You’ve got everything you need and there are no loose ends. So then you take a shot of heroin and all of the sudden you have this new need. All of the sudden you’re lacking this’ something, and you walk around with half a fucking soul. Opiates put a cold in your bones that can’t be alleviated with the use of anything else. You’re out to a good meal, and your belly is full of expensive food. You’re still lacking. It’s Christmas morning and you’re surrounded by love and comfort. You’re still lacking. You fall asleep in the arms of the girl of your dreams, and you wake up to her on a Saturday morning. You’re still lacking. You work your balls off for that big sale and payday comes. Lacking. You lead an existence of hunger, cold, and want. It’s what I imagine an old widower feels like when his lifelong sweetheart passes away. There’s a part of you missing. If you want to experience shooting heroin, you’ll walk around for the rest of your life with a loose-end that can never, ever be tied up. It’s a splinter in your soul, man.”
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