It's funny: Until now I couldn't imagine dependency on substances. I didn't know how to imagine addiction. Couldn't imagine a Routine in Smoke
But for the first time I got just to the edge-- went only a bit beyond. And then I forgot. I forgot to worry my head like a puff of cottonwood I didn't even have a backburner on Simmering the responsibility the inability the fragility of my self.
When I woke up it was back. I had worry rushing to fill my head because it had to make up for Lost Time. and i wish i never had to stop Losing Time.
