Momentary Lapse of Reason

August 31st, 2008. I was alone, celebrating my twenty seventh birthday in my parents' bedroom, high on a couple of Tramal sachets and a dozen Rivotril pills, looking at some old photos, photos of when I was a child, and that's when I initiated the most intriguing conversation, with myself, my miniature, barely two year-old self, in the picture I was holding, that led me, for the first time, to be truly convinced that I am sick, that I need to change if I want to continue living...A complex kid, an addicted man, a beautifully dreadful journey...I decided to write.