Times change. Drugs change. People change. After surviving one of the most brutal hangovers of my life. I entered the flood of 2012. The world hadn’t ended, snow still fell, computers still worked, there had been no nuclear holocaust. But in many round-about ways, things were taking a turn for the worse. I’d been face deep in my habits for a while now but had now reached a stage where I could no longer deny it. I could still ace my exams (most of them anyway) but it didn’t get rid of the morning shakes. I had to rely on a steady diet of Klonopin and Adderall for that. The fact that Jake had discovered the dark-net didn’t help much either. An online bazaar of drugs, guns and crypto-currency. It goes without saying that my friends were following the same path to ruin that I was, albeit with a little more gusto. Mike was chipping H again and self-detoxing in the dorms after his trips back home.