"I guess I'll be a meth addict," Andy said, "Might as well be creative." The amulet on his chest glowed brightly for several seconds, then subsided.
***
Across town, Mitch was writing his proposal that was sure to get him a promotion. A sudden buzz came over him and he doubled over his keyboard in pain. His skin paled and became taut, stretching over his cheek bones, making them more pronounced, and giving him an emaciated, hollow, look.
He tried to focus on his work, but he kept glancing over to the bathroom, where he kept his stash in the toilet tank. He couldn't take it anymore, the withdrawal was getting too intense. He sprinted into the bathroom, lifted the lid, and fished his bag out of the tank.