It probably comes as no surprise to my readers that I’m not exactly the hard drug type. Choir boy. Eagle Scout at 13. All around good kid. You get the idea.

I have read, however, about the experiences of those who use powerful drugs, hallucinogens, and so forth. It’s the safest way to satiate my innate curiosity about just about everything. Heroin, for example, is supposed to provide new users with the most peaceful, euphoric, blissful state imaginable. The flip side of that is that when you come out of your drug-induced fantasy, you once again realize how awful life is, how much everything sucks, and the one thing that matters to you more than anything else is to get back to That Feeling which was so magnificent. And you’ll keep doing that until you die.