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The Man Who Got Addicted To Quitting Things,
Once upon a time there was a man of bad habits. All day, every day, he would do all kinds of bad things. Soon this lead him to various forms of physical addiction, to alcohol and nicotine and all kinds of illegal drugs, but even to smaller things, like coffee. He found himself addicted to certain foods, then certain social behaviours, and eventually, he even found himself addicted to anonymous sex with strangers.
Every little thing he would turn into a ritual, and every ritual would involve consuming some kind of Thing that forcibly changed his Doors Of Perception. Uppers to wake up, downers to fall asleep, provoking strangers to anger online to feel like he existed, provoking his friends to feelings of guilt or shame, to feel like he had an impact, anonymous sex with strangers, to feel like he had sexual value — Every moment of the day, devoted to drugs. Every aspect of life compartmentalised and facilitated through the injection of a mind-altering chemical agent. Rather than waking up, he took pills to wake up — rather than waking up, he would enforce a state of being-awake.
One day while he was eating forty cakes off the ass of a hooker while also pushing a finger into his left eye, just for the sensation of it, his cocaine…
