Of course when the shit hit the fan I took a load and decided I'd had enough, went and laid on the train track. Woke up in hospital in HDU leg amputated and another smashed up. That's my demise on a drug I abused and fucked with my mental health. So ye now I'm careful. Very careful! 4 years later after 6 months in a wheelchair, 3 years learning to walk again..... I can trace it back to my stupid use of drugs really. I was a mess when I lost the love of my life and it took me 8 years to get over it.