So I'm pushing 30, but a close mate had his 21st over the weekend. Made all the promises and boundaries for myself, to myself, before setting off.
Had a few beers, took a four pack drank three, was sitting down on the couch and it seemed like a blur and all of a sudden there's a packed pipe in my hand. Instinctive flick on the lighter, but the lighter was dead. So habitual. I honestly can't say I would have stopped if the lighter sparked up first go, but I looked down, realised the situation, and passed away that glass pipe.
Exited without goodbyes, but I tell you I feel great that I made that decision. No matter how it came about.
Stay up 12'ers. It's no lie that I'll always be an addict, I'll just be one that doesn't take drugs.