The worst thing about addiction is when you have long forgotten about, and are living a pretty good live without it but then, you decided to sneak a taste; a tiny drop of cool, cold water after a year of drought and all the yearning rushes back like a torrent, with you lost adrift in the midst of it. When every atom of water dries out, sucked deep into the sordid ground you’ll find yourself on all fours, licking the earth for more, for the same euphoria you felt before, even perhaps, for the life you had prior to the sinful taste.

And it’s a long way back, as they say. Too long.