ÒThe Devil appeared behind me. Dressed in an all black suit. A black hat, the kind the gangsters used to wear. I couldnÕt see his face, but he was checking a time piece.
The devil had read my mind. How long was I to wait here? Dirty and disheveled. Sitting around this burnt out campfire in Hell. My time was up and I needed to either surrender to him completely or get the fuck out.Ó
A constant battle, give in, remain a drug addict waiting for my body to finally give out, kill myself or get over my own self pity and get clean.
I chose the latter.