Mark Pilgrim’s best writing comes when he is remembering the bad old days:
And the bath—oh, the bath, it was like a time warp to old times. Not good old times, just old times. A pull-down chain on the john, an old sink that leaked, and small blades—like you could buy ten at a time in old stores—the kind that looked like you did coke all the time, but O used them to shave, I swear to God he did, he used them to shave in this old crotch of a bath.
And to do coke, of course. He used them to do coke all the time. I did not learn this then; I did not learn this for years. But he used them to shave as well. I swear he did.