In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay's first paragraph.
"Jenna slid the needle into her pulsing brachial vein; she always used medical terms she had learned before she dropped out of school, at least the ones that she remembered from that long ago. The prick of the needle and the rush of meth that flooded into her veins when she pushed the plunger down didn't bother her anymore. They were just minor inconveniences. She could feel it melt into her blood and run along the pathways of her body to her brain. Jenna fell back into the green beanbag chair on the floor in front of her mirror. It was taking longer than normal for the life to come back to her when she shot up, but it would come eventually; the waiting is what bothered her."
"Jenna's Story, Part I,"
The Angle: Vol. 2010
, Article 18.
Available at: https://fisherpub.sjfc.edu/angle/vol2010/iss1/18