Yeah. I used to hide tins under a garbage can at a local gas station in case, GOD FORBID my wife wanted to MOVE MY CAR out of the driveway, I couldn't have a tin in there, my wife was part bloodhound. NOT.
I used to be a real D Bag.
Thing of it is, it wasn't really ME. It was ADDICTED me. I'm DUMB for getting addicted, but done beating myself up over the shit I did while I was.
What the fuck is the use??? I exercised those Demons ONCE when I came clean to her about EVERYTHING, and that's all I need to do.
Looking back at the past as a reminder to keep straight is cool but wallowing in it is a waste of time and energy.
Someone pretty smart once said the following. It's a pretty good quote for ninjas and all addicts, I think...
"Learn from the past, look to the future, but live in the present."