"Here. Just break the seal under your nose and inhale. It's that simple" Jax made a poor attempt at feigning disgust at the suggestion. "It's just a momentary high, then you get to the good part." Her pusher always claimed Nirvana was only a sniff or snort or toke away, but in reality it didn't matter what she inhaled, injected or absorbed. There was no Nirvana. No great epiphany or revelation, no moment of oneness. This was just a chemical misfire incited by an external substance. It wouldn't lead her to any great advance, despite his continues salesmanship. Hell, even the high was elusive these days.