chronic substance abuse

When I was at the height of my drug addiction, I used to spend a lot of time down in the northern/central valley of California, sleeping in my car; old buildings; dope fiend friends couches, floors and bathrooms, living each day from fix to fix, from rock hit to rock hit.

I remember those times quite clearly, even as drug addled as I was, because I would often wonder what the hell I was doing in these places.