Such a strange thing to me to be addicted to something. I dabbled in every naughtiness under the sun, but never to the point I couldn't resist. Yet I had close friends who died from heroin. I would take them bush and try to dry them out, but they always returned to the scene.
Had an acquaintance who owned a couple of good race horses that had won on city tracks and it was not uncommon to have to tie him to a bed and take the saddles off his horses, feed and put them away for the night. This guy literally saw pink elephant heads and mice coming out the walls, which is just how the cartoons used to show the DTs. The up-side was we got to ride some pretty good horses around Moruya racetrack flat-out when the track was in town at the showground.
