It would appear that our dear little Becca is even further gone than I had feared. I do not know if anything short of an exorcism will be enough to end this roller coaster ride of poor decisions that she is on. By the look of her pristine arms she does not appear to be on the big H just yet, so I think there is still hope.
We just need to reach her, like in one of those movies about a teacher trying to connect with kids in the inner city. There has to be a way to show her that chasing the dragon will only lead her closer to becoming the next Courtney Love. I cannot think of a more devastating thing to say to an aspiring musician. Maybe playing her Bach's Cello Suite No. 1 in G Major will remind her of those days of innocence and be just enough to keep her away from the Mexican mud.
I cannot stress this enough: Heroin has the best nicknames out of any other drug that I have heard of. I think that is part of the reason why so many people do the China white. Hell, I've never done it, but after righting it out so many times I am getting the urge to go to my nearest park tonight.
Thanks to reader Adam W for this submission.
Photo Credit: Adora Wilson-Eye