Towards the sordid end of Club 57, before someone embezzled the rent money, there was a year end art show. Your piece had to be something about your New Year's resolution.
For mine, I got every empty bag of heroin I could find-- on the street, in the club, in my own and friends apartments (not hard to do,) and pasted them on a canvas along with notepaper on which I had written 100 times, "I will never do heroin again." That was the hard part. Writing it, that is. Along with all that, I glued a brand new syringe to it. The syringe was stolen at the opening. Figures.