Psst. Hey you. For those of you that don’t know me, my name is addiction. When you first meet me, I’ll be dressed up as ‘fun.’ But that will change. Our relationship will be intense. First, I’ll take your money, dignity and self-respect. Next, I’ll take the people you love – I’m greedy, I don’t want you seeing anyone but me – then I’ll take your morals, possessions, and looks. When there’s nothing left of you but a hollowed out, empty husk, I’ll take your soul. I’m ruthless, calculating and cold. Once in, very few walk away from me, alive. Of course, I’ll tell you – you’re different. You’ll poke needles in your veins and your nose will bleed. You’ll compare yourself to other drug addicts who are worse off than you and feel smug because you only smoke crack, you don’t shoot it… yet. But YET will catch up to you, it always does. You’ll puke up blood and bile and still, you’ll want MORE of me. I’ll promise you bliss and kill you DEAD. Then I’ll dance on your grave and yell ‘sucker’ before moving on to claim my next victim. Remember my name… Addiction. I’m the only disease that tells you – you don’t have it.