A STORY ABOUT THE NOTHINGNESS OF ADDICTION. JUST EVERYTHING.

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Some people call it their “Works’. Others, their “Kit’. “Spike.” “Pin”. “Gun”.

Gun seems somehow appropriate, for what I speak of is also a machined piece of death. Sure, it can be used for good, but the way I used it death was sometimes sat beside me.

Alan lived below me in temporary accommodation and both of us were on the gear, him…