I had to get the fuck out of New York! I was bored. I was making more money than I needed,. and everything was readily available. Cocaine was a phone call and a twenty minute wait away. Heroin was easy to get if you can buy your connection and his wife a bag. So I was paying thirty dollars for a ten dollar bag of dope! Bad dope! It made me vomit and the itch was excruciating. I was told that quinine was used to cut the dope and that was what caused the itch, but what a pleasure it was to scratch. I seem to remember that when I 'nodded', I didn't itch. When a person nods on dope, it's living death. If you believe in nothing after death, then nothing is what you get when you nod. When you're bored, scratching gives you somethin to do. People will also understand you better because you elaborate more and you speak more slowly. Of course, the frequent pauses to scratch one's nose and drop the head to your knees guarantees the attention from your listener. In sixtee...