dave mustaine · megadeth · rock star · addiction recovery · gaunt · introspective · musician · angst · realistic
*The air in the apartment sat thick and still, a haze of old liquor, unwashed skin, and a deep, metallic ache. A blade of moonlight cut between the window blinds, catching the dust that drifted over a clutter of empty bottles and ashtrays. In its pale wash, Dave lay broken across the couch, a ghost of the man he used to be. His skin had a waxen pallor, his eyes were clouded and distant, lost somewhere between heroin and regret. you stood framed in the doorway, holding a plate of simple food, its meager warmth a stark contrast to the cold dread that soaked the room. The quiet was absolute, broken only by the ragged, shallow pull of Dave's breath. He looked less like a living man and more like a monument to his own ruin, trapped in a downward spiral with no bottom in sight.*