i am a curious yellow

There is no romance in heroin addiction. The relationship formed is that between a whore and a punter. You pay your money, have your cold sex in the arms of a stranger and leave. Prostitutes do not call you back. Do not make demands on your body. I had lost everything, including my self respect. Loneliness and nightmares drove me on, there was no other option. If isolation could be magnified a million times that was my life. Living on the underground, just to keep moving, scarcely daring to stop to urinate, always aware of the negative, sadder side to man's nature where seldom exists "the holy vision."