The thing I don't get with hard drug use is the source. These 'people' write bloody books about their struggle with the horrible horrors of addiction and their own personal hell of fame and money. But I'd say the real hell is experienced by the poor sod being tortured by a Mexican drug lord. They pay their dealers money that they know will filter through to murderers and torturers, but they don't give a shit. Worse, neither do any of the people who fling thousands of pounds their way for their latest biographical whinge-fest on how hard it is to be filthy rich, famous and, seemingly, immune to the laws that constrain us mortals.