“This has a really strong chemical taste,” he says. “Horrible drip. My stomach is already cramping.”
After a few minutes, I ask John how he feels. “My heart is going really fast. I don’t know if it feels good. I mean, I feel up, like way up, but I don’t feel good, you know?” He laughs. So does Deanna. He blinks hard a few times and lights a cigarette. “I mean, it’s different from methadone or heroin. It’s a high that feels more like crystal, like I’m fluttering inside.”
My bathsalts piece is online. I would love for you to read it.
Our second son is three days old, and still nocturnal, so he was on my lap and I was trying to read this on my phone. But for some reason, the article is not available for mobile, so I had to wait until he finally dozed off, carefully transition him somewhere else, and go get my laptop to read it.
The power of journalism!
