By Juan Dice

Who the fuck do you think you are? Just think how it used to be friend, and you're still my friend. You are the possession of something that was only a drug, now it's a life support system. I'm not preaching, I'm beggin that you consider only the digression you have made from such a skilled and honest person to something only you can understand. Only you can say is all right
You're addicted mate! You're falling down in the game you were so confident would sustain you. I knew I would never say "I told you so", and you knew it too, we consider every judgemental comment a statement of misunderstanding. You're now your own worst enemy. Your skin is grey in the early night, and your face is always pale. I always see you walking in a threesome flanked by the Angel Ofr Death and the Bringer Of Doom. Just think. Every point up from 75 is a point closer to the big O.D.
Have you already put down this article saying(sic), "Sold out". At least you couldn't hate me 'cause you're guilty of the same crime, except your enemey is yourself, not someone else and it sure ain't me. Am I deluded, have I chosen a normality you find shocking? Is there any shame left for you? The respect you gained from your brothers is long lost in the bottom of a spoon.
You don't know how hard it was to hold back from labelling you a "junkie", to suppress advice that we knew would only drive you away. Offer me a measure, I've lost sight of you. It's not a question of the groups feeling's, because all the unions we had have mixed and changed. How many hours do you spend just hanging? How little time do you spend just ollieing? You're willing to give it all away, have you forgotten how to share? Like a rat you consume everything, even if it tastes like shit.
A curious evolution, an Einstein junkie watching that clear image of yourself fade. No thought, no movement, no girl, nothing to fuck but your life!
I was no highroller, and I couldn't hide my pride. I didn't swallow, I spat it into any face that was checking me out. But I slobbered in my half-slumber, and often wore an injured pride. Man is a base animal, in dollars he can always find a reason, but you're somebody's prime consumer. I want only your thinking, no reply. Just remember what you had a year ago and what you have now.
There are hidden things I'm sure, but you cannot find confidence in anything but yourself. It will hold you firmly and securely until you die. With heroin you know you will rest in peace