Gotta say I do believe the Cutthroat Island soundtrack makes you lose your mind. I was going hard as heck in life and I somehow found Cutthroat Island when I was like 21 before I was anywhere ready for that kind of music. Randomly started listening to it every day for hours LOL. My work ethic was shit and I weighed something like 145lbs. No diet, no discipline whatsoever and I went off the deep end.

After a month of Cutthroat Island I started looking for hookers every day. Found a chubby bitch an hour away. Paid for nudes for the first time in my life. Deleted them after post-nut clarity, then got horny again and she made me pay for more nudes. This became a regular occurrence.

Thought about hurting the nasty old broads at work regularly anytime they slightly inconvenienced me. That sucked.

Smelled like a dirty horse, full-torso cystic acne breakout.

Convinced myself that weed and heroin would help with the Cutthroat Island insomnia, which they technically did for a while. (almost completely sober at the time)

Spent hours a day messaging IG models and Snapchat influencers how I wanted to make them my baby girl and how I'd change their lives (simping hard).

Got really addicted to chubby girls, like really waddling fat. Just couldn't stop sexting them. Dangerously horny. Penis would become so painfully hard while driving, I had to let it out but then it interfered with the steering wheel and almost made me crash.

GF caught me doing all of this which started the worst 6 months we've ever been thru. We broke up, I went over an hour away and got chlamydia from another fat chick, then came back like nothing happened. The girl I went to fuck had 4 dogs, and picked up a 5th stray. The 4 dogs viciously mauled the stray almost to death, and I was just sitting there naked with my erect dick while she ran downstairs to stop the fight. Blood and dog poop everywhere. Didn't know wtf to do so I just left and went home before work (night shift)

Finally ended up going to a 7 day detox and never listening to Cutthroat Island after that.

Like I said I was way too young and had no discipline whatsoever. You could've picked a random guy at a film music concert and he probably was more ready for Cutthroat Island than I was. Things are healed with GF now but our mattress has a massive brown stain where it looks like someone died and rotted in the bed. That's from my Cutthroat Island night sweats. Probably won't listen to it again for a few years, if ever.