The Freak is Out

There comes a point in every junkie's descent when the tentative restraint of self-consciousness and self-image loosens up just enough to let the freak out. For most of us, once that line is crossed there's no going back, ever. Naturally, no one knows when that moment will arrive. Indeed, the unpredictability of it is what lends the trip down the chute from recreational abuser to full-on foaming-at-the-mouth dope fiend its delusional aura of impossibility; the conviction that It Just Won't Happen to Me. For Bill Gross, that moment came today.

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