text: I attempt to open one eye, the mucus build up makes it near impossible to bring anything into focus. Crusted particles consume my eyelashes and each waking blink is almost too much to take. My head is throbbing, and not the "I drank too much last night" throbbing, but more along the lines of "Someone pummeled the fuck out of my head" throbbing. The floor beneath me is cold and firm, the walls bare, bleak and colorless. I finally start to regain my senses when suddenly I begin to question "Where the fuck am I?". After a few minutes of systematically blinking, trying to break away from the previous night's debauchery, I am finally able bring my almost limp body into an upright position. I immediately notice that my nose passage is blocked as I attempt to bring fresh oxygen into my lungs. I bring my fingers to my nostrils and too my dismay, I come to the realization that my nose isn't working because of all the coagulated blood up in there. I just continue to sit there, same spot, no movement. "What went wrong?" I think that same question to myself everyday, always in the morning, always when my mind is fresh, when my thoughts aren't clouded by the ensuing bittersweet reality of Heroin.