I was just sitting here reading through the forums... thinking about all the newbs, retreads and long-time vets... then something significant hit me like a sabot round in the chest.
I remember a certain feeling, oh 184 days ago, when I flushed my can and tossed my spitters.
The feeling of freedom... from the lies, the routine, the constant state of ninja vigilance required to keep my addiction hidden.
It was a *sigh of relief that is, in and of itself, addictive.
I suppose its good to remember the tough times to better appreciate the good/current times. I won't dwell on the lost days, or missed opportunities due to my dip escapes... that is just too painful.
So many guys to thank for my return and the last 184 days, but you exist all over KTC... the comma dudes, the 2nd, 3rd, 4th, and 5th floor (and above) badasses, May 2009, Jan 2009, October 2011, and every newb group over this time that has faced the daily challenges, and to those that I may in some small part have provided some useful mentorship to.
Just a good revelation to bring this year to a close... and to bring in a new and even more successful one.
Thanks,
Colonel