Jasper had never crossed the boundaries he had placed before him as his drug usage progressed to the present nightmare. Those lines of sanity had just been pushed further ahead.
As a teenager he vowed never to use hard drugs until the need for more and more grew too strong. So when he was offered cocaine, in his mind it was just a little more fun. It was just a different kind of party. So much power in that one little word. Just.
He couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment when his drug of choice had become yours and more and hopefully free.
His veins had long since collapsed, so as the needle pierced his scrotum and the familiar yet continuously less potent rush fogged around his brain he had a different feeling. One of gratitude.At least he was feeling something. Anything.