It was a vicious cycle: from being a h****n addict out on the street, his arms pock-marked by crusty needles, to involuntary confinement at an asylum across town from where he lived, all the way to outpatient treatment at the same asylum that preached abstinence above all else, and then finally to twelve-step meetings that he had been a part of for many years, only to relapse again a couple of months later, beginning the cycle anew.He had remembered what one of his counselors at the rehab had taught him: that the higher-ups, the elites, had addicted the poor to suppress them, to stifle the complaints of the poor and the sick and the ugly, such that the more socially mobile someone at the bottom of the barrel was, the greater the ease by which these elites struck him down, all the way to th
