The times when I think ‘OK, I might actually have a problem.’

This is one of those times.

I was absently doing a line of cocaine when I had a thought.

There are not very many people that do blow on more nights than not.

I’m trying to understand how I became one of those people.

The best/worst part is that I don’t ‘feel’ any kind of way about it. There’s no guilt, no shame. At most, I think of the money.

Otherwise, whatever. I'm sure I'll get a gram for the weekend at least. Deal.