The NB definitely paid me a visit tonight. The Mrs. went to bed early, and I flipped on a baseball game like I always do when she goes to bed early. Lo and behold, I found myself with an itch that I couldn't quite scratch, telling me just one won't hurt ya, you can't get cancer from just one.
NB there's no such thing as just one for me any more. There used to be before you took control of my impulses. Today is day 3 in taking that back. One might not kill me, but I'm not willing to take that risk any more. In the words of my new buddy RobFulton1: I have TMTLF (too much to live for). You no longer run my shit, and as much as "just one" nagged at me tonight, I beat you. If only for tonight, I won. Since June 1st, I'm 3-0. While the record is perfect, the experience has been far from it, but I'm winning, and more importantly, you're losing. You're losing the invisible grip that held me for far too long, kept me from my kids, and kept me from my wife. Not any more nic bitch. Today I won. Good luck tomorrow, but I will warn you: you're gonna need a helluva lot more than that.