Nirvana

Taking inventory, Barry felt smug. He wasn't hooked on booze, dope, sex, porn, nicotine, caffeine, medication, TV, or food. He considered himself fabulous, a rare human being. He'd reached perfection, Nirvana. Completely oblivious to that which hooked unsophisticated, moiling mobs. He pondered his magnificence while sucking the edge of unscented, gold-colored, Dial antibacterial bath soap.