HEROIN God's Own Medicine

You are in the Chicago south side shooting gallery where heroin addicts and their drug pushers experience lives of complete depravity and utter horror. It is winter, but in this slaughterhouse the stink of dead animals is still strong. Listen, and you can still hear the animals scream, first in terror and then in agony, as they are butchered alive.
Two addicts in their early afternoon stage of heroin withdrawal are shivering and trembling in early heroin withdrawal. The older is telling the younger about junk, what else? The room they are in is indescribably filthy, with old torn clothing rag remnants, and pieces of broken apart busted up shoes lying around. A toxic rain of lead paint dust falls slowly but continually from the ceiling and walls, giving everything a dirty white poisonous coating. Junk is a time machine, it takes you back in time, way back, to before you were human. A junky is no longer human. What is a junky? A junky becomes junk, a junky is all that is junk, a junky is nothing but junk. Begin to understand this, and you begin to understand what it means, to be a junky.
So begins master story teller Phil Duke's tale of heroin addicts and pushers. Written in the realistic style of Nelson Algren, this book is not for the squeamish. If you like reading about addiction horror, you will enjoy reading this book. A continuation, HEROIN HORROR God's Own Medicine Two, is available.