This really is a plague of our own design.
Just as I once did, countless men are abandoning their relationships, their careers and their personal dignity in pursuit of the insidious thrill the drug promises and never delivers.
Despair was a daily companion, and I witnessed the death of friends in manners too gruesome to be described.
In the film, I represent the voice of reason, the recovering addict remarking on what a sad scourge the drug has become.
Does anyone else play that is experiencing a problem?? But something about its peculiar grip on gay men feels all too familiar, like a dreadful echo of what we suffered a generation ago.
The nightclubs were cloaked in sadness and had a vaguely sinister vibe.