I dreamt I was planning a drug binge until I remembered I don’t do drugs anymore and started to weep. I said goodbye to my friends, ran out of the bar, and hailed a cab to take me to a meeting.
As a recovering drug addict who used to break a lot of laws (I’m sober now), I grew up living in fear of cops. And rightfully so: Because I was ACTUALLY breaking the law*. I remember the anxiety I used to feel every time I left the house with weed or a pill in my pocket.