ANONIMOUS




First it starts in his chest. His breathing tightens and there is a
sensation which could only be described as a mixture of panic and
pleasure. If the shot is really good, it knocks the wind out of him,
and his heart stutters for a second. This is one of the best parts,
because it is right before the rush hits his head, and he has a
blissful anticipation of what's going to come. It then moves into his
mouth - he can taste the heroin inside of him. His whole body
tightens, but tightening adds to the pleasure of release. It makes him
think of the beginning of the universe - compression, light, and then
an explosion of stars into the void.

Finally it hits his head. A wave, the true apex of bodily pleasure and
psychic euphoria, washes over his body. Every iota of ugliness and
pain that he carries melts away in a sigh, to nothing. It is replaced
by warmth, all that is pure and good, happy and hazy and colorful. All
that is complete in itself, all that needs nothing. History is
rewritten; truly nothing bad has ever happened to him - not that it
matters, since the present is the only point in time he has ever lived
in. He is glowing in mind, body and soul. As though he has ascended to
a higher state of being, rinsing off all the baseness of human
existence and finding a perfect angelic being underneath, who can live
in peace and contentment in its own dreams.

Dramatic, no?