SEARCHING THE DRAGON: A DESCENT INTO METHAMPHETAMINE'S GRIP

It began innocently enough. Just a little taste to calm the pain. But that first hit, it was a little like a dragon whispering honeyed nothings in your ear, promising bliss. You desire more and more, chasing that feeling, the dragon's glow. But the grip tightens, the whispers become screams. Your life narrows to a single point: getting the next fix