02/20/2026
The journey of life has a knack for leading the temporary passengers of the slowly rotating planet Earth astray. Many of us can see the illuminated path of safety and security, and yet, through our evolution from adolescence to adulthood we fill the shoes of life experiences which beckon exploration—this exploration, when infused with the mighty spirit of the addict (or leading to the discovery of it), more often than not, come at the cost of a heavy burden.
In Chris M’s case, something was missing—ostracized for his uniqueness from a young age, he naturally gravitated toward trouble. This feeling is something I think we can all relate to. The pull of chaos is real amidst the juxtaposition of self and other that drives the insatiable search for something more, or a way to fit in. This lack, one of changing form, piloted a unique yet ever-understood uncertainty—an uncertainty quelled by the illusion of substance as answer—a solution that only worked for so long, before what was once the answer further induced and enhanced the problem. For Chris, alcohol and w**d are no longer remedies he’s willing to accept.
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