Junkie

He didn’t much want to run a restaurant anyway. Now he isn’t even making money.

In junk sickness, any conceivable line of action or inaction seems intolerable. A man might die simply because he could not stand to stay in his body.

There was a sudden rush of blood to my genitals at the slippery contact. Sparks exploded behind my eyes; my legs twitched - the orgasm of a hanged man when the neck snaps.