Growing up, the LAST thing I imagined I might become was a homeless street-walking meth & crack whore. ~~ My parents educated me well on the irrational realities of "hard" drugs, and up until the first time I snorted coke, I was fairly straitlaced when it came to drugs. ~~ Too bad I didn't understand that some people CAN actually get addicted to hard drugs the first time. ~~ After a decade walking barefoot over burning brimstone in Hades, then washing away all memory of who I was in the river of Lethe, I find myself now standing on the foggy shore, not sure where to go from here.
~~ Maybe I'm here to map the Undiscovered Country of this somehow-again-human "self." It's time to find out who I am underneath all these veils. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ BTW, the powder in the banner pic is cornstarch - which is surprisingly difficult to chop into rails that look anywhere near realistic, but I took the time to do it... for the artistic principle of course. :P The rest of the stuff is actual paraphernalia I used at one point or another and then hid so as to not have it be discovered. As I continue to clean out the nooks and crannies of my abode and find these troves of filth, I document them in image and word.