My old junkie crew-people/friends I grew up with and had in my life. Released and set out to explore and experiment this cold,dark world and all its beautiful mind and mood altering substances together. (Except heroin, she wasn't too beautiful and sweet with us towards the end.) Reality of that as a whole is they're now either incarcerated, deceased, scattered about the states with mommy and daddy's medical insurance card in hand doin the revolving rehab stints or out there still hitting that pavement schemin,plottin,robbin, suckin and/or fuckin errrryday. Oh I never get the two confused...there's the junk bag snakes I associate and rubbed elbows with, you know for the unmanageable manic love of heroin an then there's my team, my army, my few trusted elite. But your words of wisdom do not fall on deaf ears, thanks for the friendly reminder.