Dependency
He always framed it as a positive. “I keep it clean,” he’d say. “I keep it safe.” The others - the ones in the pictures, the movies, the advertisements, the warnings - they were the result of misuse. They were the propaganda of “The System.” He never got around to mentioning what “The System” was, but then again, I never got around to asking. Those who'd suffered, he'd say, they were fiends, phonies, fakes. He told me he'd never had any issues - never got addicted never sat for hours scratching at the demons that lay just below his skin, never been spit on or ostracized or exiled from the family tree. But it was clear to me that his mental health had taken a turn for the stranger. Like one too many sleepless nights spent screaming at the antichrist had forced him into this reality - this constant state of confusion. He was simultaneously one of the most focused and one of the most distracted men I had ever met. He’d...