It seems, however, I really am the luckiest guy in the world. Several years of addiction right in the middle of an epidemic, surrounded by the living dead. But not me. I’m negative. It’s official. And once the pain goes away, that’s when the real battle starts. Depression, boredom… You feel so f***ing low, you want to f***ing top yourself.
Do not, my friends, become addicted to water. It will take hold of you, and you will resent its absence!
Nothing is more addictive than the past. Who wouldn’t want to be reunited with a loved one? Or relive the most meaningful moments of their life? But memories, even good ones, have a voracious appetite. If you’re not careful, they consume you.
It’s not getting it out of your body that’s the problem. It’s getting it out of your mind. You are an addict.[to Spud]