The rush is just too addictive
It was just never enough.
John sat at the edge of the cold street, watching the occasional car go rushing by on a quiet winter night. In an almost meditative state, he watched the wheels splash up a mist of water that sparkled in the streetlamps. Silently, he mulled over a barrage of thoughts.
It started with just one, he thought. Just one. But he couldn’t stop. The desire for just a bit more grew. And grew. And grew. Until he just had to have another.
He then had two. Desire was quenched for just a moment. Two was so much better than one. He was willing to pay. Absolutely he was willing to pay.
Another car drove by, adding to the roar of his conscience.
And pay he did. It was expensive. But worth it. And it continued. Three, four, five…
John stood up, shaking.
He needed just one more. He had seven. But eight was necessary. Then he would be complete - that's what the television had told him.
His razor just needed one more blade.