It takes dying to ourselves daily. The process of passing away or changing the color of a thing. It seems to me that my body/mind craves the thing called drug but my soul disagrees knowing that the thing is a trap. I think deep down most addicts confront the massive truth before and in us and using the thing to pause the world seems natural.
I've often wondered how Lenny could say" I've never done drugs or alcohol". It just seems so normal to have a substance problem of some sort, at least in modern/ industrious societies i.e. Australia, UK, South Africa, US, ect.......
Sober is counter to culture. Id rather see what's coming standing upright and ready than hidden somewhere in the sands of addiction. This seems to give aid to a dying poet and mislead youth. Damage will never be measured with my measures because they are mine. Only a pure source can measure who we are. At this point I'm just letting the fingers fall and hoping that it hits home!
Just a ramble