I worried about my organs, the ones involved in the processing of toxic substances. Cheap vodka and good wine, mushrooms incubated in cowshit, coke snorted through the U.S. currency I used to buy more coke, cigarettes and weed, pills and tabs and capsules — I had reoriented myself to reality through the self-administration of many expedient poisons. I worried about cortisol levels. I worried about hemochromatosis. I worried about my...