"......on a saturday night in some run down Gin Bar in El Paso I confronted my addiction in the form of a 286 pound bald muscle man by the name of "BRANCH". He was heroin, cocaine and benedryl all in one in a pair of tight wrangler jeans that fit the form of his Rubenesque thighs like a hairy hand in glove. He was my addiction. The men's bathroom stall was not gonna be my rehab facility this evening..