Chapter 7: Descent into Darkness
Over a period of several months, as spring became summer, George began to go out less and stay at home more—to do drugs. I kept him company as often as I could, and was useful driving him to pick-up locations for the stuff.
The world of drugs was interesting, I decided, and not just the effects of the drugs themselves. It was the whole drug-taking milieu. Perhaps I had a naïve, or worse, a tourist’s view of this strange world, but I think my detached perception was due to the fact that on drugs of various sorts I became very introspective: I found the change in my experience of existence fascinating, so much so that the others around me, who were somewhat more social, became irrelevancies, even unwanted distractions.
For whatever reason, George restricte
