When you are bumbling around in the drug culture, it's very easy
to hook up with other people who also bumble around. Remember, at
rock bottom you are dealing with your own mind, and at some point
before you've depleted most of the honey in your blackening honeycombs,
you do learn to spot who's on what, sort of an intriguing mind game.
"Oh!" you realize as you move through life, "that guy's on speed,
[or] that girl's totally whacked out on smack." It's an accurate,
(you realize, "ping"-ed on cocaine,) perception.
Drug experiences, no matter how benign, accelerate transformation
of substances already in your own body, which become depleted rather
rapidly. Essentially, you become addicted to manifestations of your
own being. In about a year, you regress to being a baby on a feeding
schedule. I found the hangover followed a simple formula: For each
hour up, down, or sideways, it takes one day to "get back" to being
normal. This was always the struggle.