He shook his head. He knew this stuff was addictive. Was it really wise? He took his helmet off and placed it on the crate. He wondered if it would heal his chest scar. Well, he didn’t really want to get rid of it – it was kind of bitchin’ – but he had to consider the possibility. He could test it, right? Just a little wouldn’t hurt, right? It wasn’t as if he had an addictive personality or anything…