#beroende

Pillren är en mor, men bättre, i alla färger och lika goda som sura karameller.

Ja jag försöker ta mitt liv bit för bit, en ofarlig syssla.

Jag börjar bli något av en kemisk brygd.

Det är ett slags krig där jag planterar bomber i mig själv.

If […] anyone may wish to rise in my defense, let him not say that I had any love for gambling, but rather that I loathed the necessities which goaded me to gambling–calumnies, injustices, poverty, the contemptuous behavior of certain men, the lack of organization in my affairs, the realization that I was despised by many, my own morbid nature, and finally the graceless idleness which sprang from all these. It is a proof of the foregoing assertion that once I was privileged to act a respectable part in life, I abandoned those low diversions. Accordingly it was not a love of gambling, not a taste for riotous living which lured me, but the odium of my estate and a desire to escape, which compelled me.

Beskrivning av människan: beroende, önskan att vara beroende, behov.

”Skall försöka lägga ner helt efter de här racet”