Oh hello Bunny, yes how I wish you can bottle the wretchedness that is addiction. I wish it had super foul acrid odor of death that make you vomit and plus accompany by mournful banshee wail that make you head explode with despair. Every day I would wake up and take this bottle from nightstand and inhale. Then I put some drops in genteel lace hankerchief and take more sniffs throughout the day. This would be best cure for addiction ever! For some reason "memory" does not hold onto horror very well. I has try to write it down, make recording, and even video of it, but not can capture it. Hmm, maybe is something I invent and go on the Shark Tank!
Good to see everybody! Yes, we keepa go. Fan our ember. How is you all going?
PS. Hi Leshar, how it been going with you depression?