The shrink wrapped imported premium cigarettes, the unopened bottles of Celebrex, Vallium, Xanax, Halcion, the for display only imported alcohol, they are all calling out to me. I'm losing control of myself, I need to indulge in something. I haven't touched anything since my teenage years ended, I'm not stupid enough to go back to cocaine, but I do miss it. Something is missing...and I can't...fucking...help it...anymore.