:50:33
I don't feel the sickness yet,
but it's in the mail, that's for sure.
:50:38
I'm in the junkie limbo
at the moment.
:50:41
Too ill to sleep,
too tired to stay awake.
:50:45
But the sickness is on its way.
:50:48
Sweat, chills, nausea,
pain and craving.
:50:52
Need, like nothing else I've ever known,
will soon take hold of me.
:50:56
It's on its way.
:51:04
You've got green eyes
Ooh, you've got blue eyes
:51:07
Ooh, you've got gray eyes
:51:11
And I've never seen anyone
quite like you
:51:15
Before
:51:17
No, I never met anyone
quite like you before
:51:39
We'll help you, son.
:51:42
You'll stay here with us
'til you get better.
:51:45
- Gonna beat this together.
- Maybe l -
:51:49
- Maybe I should go back to the clinic.
- No.
:51:51
No clinics. No methadone.
:51:54
That only made you worse.
You said so yourself.
:51:59
You lied to us, son.
Your own mother...