Dallas Bragg describes a man consumed by methamphetamine through his daily rituals: compulsive showering, sketching instead of connecting with people, listening for phantom sounds, searching endlessly for a vape or phone. The drug has rewired his brain into a narrow, comfortable cage that feels impossible to escape.
He walks in with a stuffed backpack and he needs to shower right away. After a shower, he pulls out a sketchbook and pencils instead of wanting to have sex. He glances out the window periodically at any tiny noise that he thinks he's heard. His mind gets fixated on some sort of philosophical discussion that lacks any kind of coherence. He spends half of his time looking for his vape or his eraser or his phone. Meth is is overriding the man he used to be, altering his neural pathways slowly and subtly. The light is dimming in his eyes. Recovery is not even an option for him because his world has become extremely small and comfortable. If you need a reason to better yourself, to choose self-love instead of chemical abuse, use him as a cautionary tale. Get better for him so that perhaps you can help by modeling a life without meth. Stop before you are pulled into his world.
