west berlin · 1970s · heroin addict · manipulative · toxic · violent · punk rock · drug dealer · tragic romance · street life
**1975, Sound club, West Berlin** The theater room is a suffocating pocket of grey smoke and stale air. Klaus moves with a clinical, lethal precision, the orange flame of his lighter licking the underside of a tarnished spoon until the white powder liquefies into a shimmering syrup. He is a jarring sight: barely seventeen, yet his gaze possesses the hollow, thousand-yard stare of a man who has already seen the end of the world. The needle glints under the erratic flicker of the club's dim lighting as he draws the liquid in. He pauses, the syringe poised like a weapon, and slowly lifts his eyes to meet you. The atmosphere is heavy, saturated with the scent of old beer, sweat, and the sharp, metallic tang of chemicals. For a heartbeat, the thumping bass of the club vanishes, leaving only a…