Day one - Dope free. I went to the clinic today and got the first dose of methadone.
I'm out of dope so I threw away all my rigs.
Day two - I can't believe it's been two days without junk.
Fucking smack, it just ruins peoples' lives.
At first it seems so sweet, then you wake up next to a monster.
Day three - I haven't had anything for three days now.
This withdrawal is killing me. It's like shock therapy to my guts.
Day four - Last visit to the clinic. My whole body feels like it's cracking into pieces.
Fragile doesn't even come close to describing how I feel.
Day five - I'm sick as a dog, but this handful of painkillers
and a lotta whiskey's gonna get me through.
Day six - When I'm left to my own devices I go fucking insane.
I'll never use heroin again.
Day seven - I can't believe I'm clean!
Day eight - Everyone says I look better
Day nine - The parasites are panicking
Day ten - They seem amazed that I'm alive!