Diary of a Drug Fiend

“Cold Turkey Bar I have some idea that I had a terrible quarrel with Peter, but I can’t remember any details. I think he does, though, but he won't tell me. I don’t know why he should act like that. The only thing I can think is that Gretel Webster may have come down to see him perhaps in her astral body, and put him against me somehow. .. . He was lying on the sofa in his pyjamas. I wanted to be kissed, and went over to him with some cocaine. But he didn’t move. He looked at me with wide open eyes. There was some dreadful fear in them, and he said,— “‘ Black, the plague of the pit, Her pustules visibly fester.”’ Of course, I knew he didn’t mean it, but I was hurt. I gave him the cocaine. It roused him. He sat up and then he held me by the shoulders and looked straight at my face and said:— “Dragon of lure and dread, Tiger of fury and lust, | The quick in chains to the dead, The slime alive in the dust, Brazen shame like a flame, An orgy of pregnant pollution With hate beyond aim or name— Orgasm, death, dissolution ! ” And then he began shrieking, and ran out of the house down to the lake and dived right in. He swam a few strokes and then came out and walked slowly up to the house. I found some towelsin the linen chest. I was afraid of his catching a chill, so I rubbed him hard all over. He seemed to have forgotten everything. He was quite nice and normal but just a little scared. I can’t make out what’s the matter with him. He