Confessions of an Opium-Seeker
You see, I needed to go to hell. I was, you might say, homesick.
This is, perhaps, the most beautiful piece of journalistic prose I have ever read. It reminds me of Hunter S. Thompson with far more beauty balanced on the edge of madness. It is one of my favorite pieces in my text playlist as it reminds me that how one tells the story is almost more important that the story itself.