I once saw a cheap horror rental in the 90s called Brain Damage. The film’s protagonist was a guy who was “hooked” on the brain chemicals this brain leech poured on him by extending a spike into his neck and squirting his brain.

This was intended to be a metaphor for drug abuse, I’m sure, because the guy gets hooked on the brain leech so much that he even “sees” things like brains in place of meatballs on a spaghetti dish.

I don’t know if that description makes you want to see the movie more, or less, but I’ll spoil it. Desperate to get back on the juice, he goes and retrieves Aylmer (I think that’s the brain leech’s name) and either somebody wants to stop him or something goes wrong and Aylmer gets squeezed mid-juicing. It blows a hole in the guy’s head.

The end. Don’t do brain leeches, folks.