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The Heroin Diary

Allright, just come on in. Yeah, go ahead and put your shit down right there. I don’t give a flying fuck who you are, I didnt ask to see you! Yeah,yeah I’l calm down, I’ve only killed one shrink so far. That was a joke by the way, dont go all white on me and pass out. That’s happened before, no joke.Allright, allright we’ll get started I guess.

My name? It’s Ben Afflek. Don’t you recognize me? Ok,ok I’l quit with the jokes. Its Harry. Just Harry.

So, you, the psychologist, are wondering why the Hell did I go flying down a dead end street at 200mph screaming for vengeance and wishing all a good night? Hell, I dont even know the answer to that one. Part of me thinks that it was to erase the feelings of agony and self doubt that have been plauging me and expose the raw nerve endings of dissention and addiction so that they could be healed by society’s calming influence, mainly you.

But you know us addicts.

We think it’s all about us.

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