Later on in your sober days, you will miss the dirty aesthetics, the ambience of a crack house, atmosphere of a junkie altercation. Now, youβre sitting in your cushy Ikea chair surrounded by nice dΓ©cor with a fridge full of everything you can dream of eating, but. But, my dear fellow ex-junkie, you suddenly realize that you miss sitting in a cockroach infested bedroom and asking an old man named Fred to shoot you up with some smack. Oh, irony, you fuckin bitch.


















