Makes sense. Drugs get boring. The euphoria fades. Then it becomes normal. And if chronic use continues, one eventually finds oneself, quite suddenly, in the gr

Makes sense. Drugs get boring. The euphoria fades. Then it becomes normal. And if chronic use continues, one eventually finds oneself, quite suddenly, in the grips of dependency. But then the appeal finally fades, too, when it becomes clear that the highs of yore that you still chase are gone forever - and suddenly it is worthwhile to brave the throes of a tapered withdrawal, or quit cold turkey, depending on the flavor of the poison. But the cravings probably won't go away forever. The ever seductive siren of intoxication will whisper it's sweet songs into your ear, beckoning with lustful reveries of that familiar bliss that you once knew, nearer, louder in strife. Alas, with time, the voice softens, should you have the will to resist recurring temptations in the meanwhile.