“I loved getting high. I was a pig from the gate. I took anything and everything. Opiates were my drug of choice, but whatever changed my consciousness was my friend. There wasn’t anything I couldn’t accomplish when my medicine cabinet was fully stocked. Of course, it was an illusion. I always ran out sooner than planned and the energy expended to keep the narcotics flowing was significant—but when they were flowing,
watch out” (p. 159).