It is summer in the terribly hot stinking Southside Chicago slaughterhouse that is now a Heroin shooting gallery, and the older of three Heroin addicts is telling the other two, a man and a woman, about this place they are in.

The addicts are sittng on utterly filthy burst open mattresses, covered with thick black stinking crusts. The crusts are made of every filth the sick human body can produce, and in some cases also made of what was left of dead bodies.

"There were lepers living here, and when parts of their bodies rotted away and fell off, they were incorporated into the thick stinking mattress crusts. When they finally died, what was left also incorporated."

So begins Phillip Duke's continuation masterpiece of his best-selling "HEROIN God's Own Medicine." In it a cannibal pusher tells a junkie, "I never heard screaming like that, since I was a kid, and the hogs ate Grandma."

Whether or not you have read "HEROIN God's Own Medicine," you will enjoy reading "Heroin Horror God's Own Medicine Two."

The subject of Heroin horror is not for everyone. If reading about the utterly depraved and horror filled lives of Heroin addicts may offend you, please do not read thts book.

If you like reading horror stories, you will like reading this book, go ahead and read it.

Phillip Duke