Fire in your belly, over-saturated smells, touches, visions, “Lust 4 Lyfe!”. This is what a Drug does, right? It’s the same. When it runs it’s course everything’s back to sepia and Respectable and renewed Costco membership card and weekends at the beach and We Were All Worried There for a Second but Thank God You Screwed Your Head on Straight, Finally, contributing to your 401K again too I’m sure.
I used to perform improvisational epic romantic tragedy scenes when I vacuumed the living room on Saturday afternoons as a kid doing my weekend chores- I knew no one could hear me over the dusty motor racket and I already understood the desperate thrill of The Unrequited. I don’t know where my dialogue came from I wasn’t allowed to watch Nickelodeon or anything other than 3-2-1-CONTACT and Bill Cosby being a fake Dad. I always knew exactly what to say to make myself cry, timed perfectly with reaching the entryway hardwood floor which of course meant it was Over.