Every person in a vice grip, goes through a period of vice Rebellion,smashing bottles, in fits of anger throwing concoctions and powders,screaming its over fuck this! Turning over tables,caught up in the high of wanting to be clean and right again,backed by the chemical coast, window period of clarity.
But what matters is not the destruction,the gods of intox are indifferent to chaos, they live in it. what matter is, after you throw crush,flush, and brake it all,
once you come down, will you be able to walk away?