HUNTING THE DRAGON: A DESCENT INTO METH ADDICTION

It began as a light try. Just a little hit to feel what all the hype was about. But that opening rush turned into an insatiable need. The {dragon's{ grip tightened, its claws burrowing deep into my soul. I was addicted, a prisoner in my own being. Each hour became a fight to silence the void inside. The world disappeared until all that remained was