The body of a junkie two seconds before the needle reaches
it's target. More! More! Whatever I get I need twice as much,
something that makes my heart explode... Anything. On weekends
I send sick photographs to the ladies in my residential
neighbourhood, that's my way of expressing something. The
bullet from your weapon, watch me explode. Closer, closer...
Now I'm staring at you. Two seconds... A lifetime.