chasing the dragon

growing up, my family's dining room table was an antique opium table my mother had bought from thailand.  I never thought it was weird to eat cross legged on the floor off a table that opium addicts used to nod out on.  Perhaps this was an indication of my future to come...

Anyways, I've been obsessed with opium dens ever since. I mean who wouldn't want to lay around all day surrounded my beautiful fabrics and soft pillows while chasing the dragon?