"Are you condemning me?
Don’t do that. Do not do that until you have felt a pleasant etch on themucous membrane of your nose. Do not do that until the cocaine has slid down your throat to your esophagus. For you, the sex, for me, back then, the drugs. For you, the whiskey, for me, back then, the drugs. That was my endorphin bomb for me then. And if you condemn me, then condemn yourself, too. Because everyone has that place where they find happiness. Maybe mine was a little more destructive than yours, but that doesn’t give you the right to denounce me or look down on me. That the drugs will destroy me should be my cross to bear.