SEARCHING THE DRAGON: A DESCENT INTO METHAMPHETAMINE'S GRIP

It started innocently enough. Just a little taste to ease the pain. But that first hit, it was a little like a dragon whispering honeyed nothings in your ear, promising bliss. You desire more and more, chasing that high, the dragon's glow. But the grip tightens, the whispers become demands. Your life shrinks to a single point: getting the next fix.