It was about September 6th 1991, a few weeks before finals about to start. I was going home at night, around 6:00 pm. My eyes were heavy and my walk was wobbly. I wasn’t the best at my college, what’s the name? Sydney for beginners or something like that. I was going home from this dark alleyway. And I saw a man lean on an electricity pole. It was my friend, Andrew was his name.
“yO TaRik *GEEEEEEHHHH* HoW’s It GoinG, Buddyyy?!!” he said after wrapping his arm around my shoulder. He was holding a whisky bottle and a cigarette on his right hand, but it is also the start of my addiction.
“I’m doing fine, I guess. But what the hell happened to you?”
“MEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee? Oh, I’m doing FAANNNSSTASTIK.