Last night I had a dip dream, the first one in a long time. I was somewhere outside working, and out of habit, I put a dip in. I immediately realized what I'd done and cleared my lip, thinking to myself, "Oh hell, what have I just done? Where did this come from? Jesus, I just fucked up my quit." I felt sick, and when I woke up from that nightmare, I still felt sick, sick that I'd let myself down, sick that I'd have to tell my Renegades I'd caved, and sick that I'd be starting from scratch. I know it was a dream, but that shit was about as real as a dream can get.
Don't ever tell me the nicodemon doesn't play havoc with your mind, long after you'd laid that shit down.