If you hate the taste of wine

Why do you drink it until you're blind?

Amy Winehouse. Yet another vicim of the 27 club. It is simply a mere coincidence that I'm currently reading 'Trainspotting', the bestseller by Irvine Welsh. Absolutely bloody amazing, a tale of drugs in the 80's. So this, combined with Amy Winehouse's recent death has got me thinking about life. I currently see it from this rather depressing and uninspiring angle; you spend a lifetime conforming to a society and its rules, you're expected to get a job, go on benders, marry some lucky bugger, grow old, then die. You spend your entire life searching for the answers to the big questions, that inevitably remain unanswered. 'Why are we here?' 'What is the meaning of life?' There has to be more than this. Taking this into account, it is somewhat understandable to see why people would be attracted to drugs- to escape from the dismal reality. Life is dull, take esctasy. Slip into a surreal fantasy world where everything is intensified. Until the comedown, by which point you'll find yourself craving more, more escapism, more feeling, less reality. And here lies the danger.