I like to be in full awareness and control over my own faculties. This week and everything about it has been fucking shit enough. [ He felt like he was 20-something again, unstable, erratic, ready to snap. He spent years building on top of that, shoving that part of him to the darkest corner. He didn't need it being dragged up. ]

I guess, since the opium is apparently self-restocking, the alternative would just to have everyone hazed out to hell and back. Fulfills some kind of horrible indulgence I'm sure, while simultaneously invalidating everyone from coherent violent acts.

[ He says that dryly. Don't encourage it. ]