Confessions of a dangerous addict.

Idag bröt jag Monsieurs sista heliga regel (budord som han kallar det) när jag tog den första klunken ur hans nyöppnade cola. Addiction is a bitch.

There are no more barriers to cross. All I have in common with the uncontrollable and the insane, the vicious and the evil, all the mayhem I have caused and my utter indifference toward it, I have now surpassed.

But even after admitting this, there is no catharsis. My punishment continues to elude me. and I gain no deeper knowledge of myself. No new knowledge can be extracted from my telling. 

This confession has meant nothing.