People think it’s all about misery and desperation and death and all that s***e, which is not to be ignored. But what they forget is the pleasure of it. Otherwise we wouldn’t do it. After all, we’re not f***ing stupid. Well, at least, we’re not that f***ing stupid. Take the best orgasm you ever had, multiply it by a thousand and you’re still nowhere near it. When you’re on junk, you have only one worry: scoring. When you’re off it, you are suddenly obliged to worry about all sorts of other s***e. Got no money: can’t get pi**ed. Got money: drinking too much. Can’t get a bird: no chance of a ride. Got a bird: too much hassle. You have to worry about bills, about food, about some football team that never f***ing wins, about human relationships and all of the things that really don’t matter when you’ve got a sincere and truthful junk habit.