Beyond the addict’s immediate orgasmic release of the moment, drugs have the power to make the painful tolerable and the humdrum worth living for. “There is a memory so fixed and so perfect that on certain days my brain listens to no other,” writes Stephen Reid—author, incarcerated bank robber, and self-described junkie—of his first hit of narcotics, at age eleven. “I am in profound awe of the ordinary—the pale sky, the blue spruce tree, the rusty barbed-wire fence, those dying yellow leaves. I am high. I am eleven years old and in communion with this world. Wholly innocent, I enter into the
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