David Chiasson, whose hope of life wavered at the age of 25, was an intelligent being, of great sensitivity and profound humanity.
His quest for absolute brings him to rub shoulders with the hell of dependence. At the age of 22, some time after his return from a long journey to India, anguished by the inner emptiness and the life that was drying up in him, he goes into therapy for detoxification. He leaves sober and abstinent.
He wins a first battle but not the war.
Like a wounded soldier on the lonely road of life, he returns to his world little by little. A weakened world. He is struggling to cling to hope. He makes a first relapse, then another. In 2000, under the influence of his drug of choice, he took his life.
David loved to surround himself with people who understood the pain and desperation of addiction. He sometimes coexisted with friends still struggling with addiction problems. As much as he loved being with them, he would have liked to help them ...