Shooting is my principal pastime.
I took a shot of morphine, liked it, and eventually became addicted. It takes quite a while. It took me three months the first time. This nonsense of people becoming addicted with one shot is medically unsound.
In deep sadness there is no place for sentimentality.
Time is what death needs to grow people in.
Death needs time for what it kills to grow in.
If, after spending time with a person, you feel as though you've lost a quart of plasma, avoid that person in the future.
You see, should I stand in front of a landscape and paint it, I'm completely ignoring the factor of time. While I am painting it, it's changing, clouds are changing, all sorts of things. So there's the myth there of someone creating in a timeless vacuum.
Sometimes paranoia's just having all the facts.