Have you ever felt the rush that comes as the plunger begins its long slow journey, feeding ungodly orgasmic ecstaty to your veins? Ever felt the burning as the line on the mirror vanishes up the straw buried deep in your nose, as your brain SCREAMS through the day at a thousand miles an hour? Ever felt the cold steel of a forty-five pressed firmly behind your ear, sweat pouring, stinking of fear afraid the finger on the trigger might twitch too hard?