Reg becomes a Hard Core addict

By the time I hit 30 [1996], I was a fucking junkie.  I was still dealing large amounts of coke but I could see that it was coming to an end.  I didn’t care.  I needed the junk so bad I didn’t care about anything.  I’d go on it for 2 or 3 months straight and then I’d come off it and be sick for a month or two.  But as soon as I’d start feeling better, I’d be on a plane to Montreal to buy another bag, for about $6000 an ounce. 

I’d tell myself that I’d only do it on weekends so I wouldn’t get hooked.  But I couldn’t resist the high.  It made me feel so good.  Once I got that bag in my hand, I didn’t let go till it was all gone.  And then I was sick again.  And it’s every bit as bad as you see in the movies, probably worse.  But there’s no better feeling than being high on heroin.  It made me feel like I could do anything that I wanted.