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“Well, if you want my opinion, I created it to..."

There was no way millions of converted drunks could be wrong.

I bit the butt of the cigarette in my teeth, pulled the phone from my pocket and opened the text message.

I’ve never stopped.

“Yeah, go get your glasses. Grab a little plaid skirt and a fucking lollipop while you’re out there,”

I was an addict.

Anything that made me feel good had the potential of being a problem,

the experience would probably be an intimate one, bonding us together in what I hoped to be a long-term client-artist relationship.