Cocaina
Dearmystery
Everyone has an addiction. Drugs, sex, pain.. It’s the obsession that defines it, the itching of the skin, the euphoria it brings you, the sweet taste of it. The want… Not only to kill over it, but to die for it. Addiction does not make you, is what you tell yourself every time you fill yourself with the substance, whatever it is. Each time you promise yourself you’ll stop so it won’t be too late. When you need it again you say fuck it and do everything you can to touch it but, what breaks the addiction? When will you stop? When will the craving end? The late night withdraws? In this city, everything is addicting, women, men, clothes, money, after all it is called sin city for a reason. Around here it’s to kill or be killed. You decide…