E is for: The Equation of an Addict

The simplest math always gives the most clear and concise answer.

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It's funny how the mind works.

Whether it's trauma or shock or maybe how memories form in general, it's almost like the whole of experiences are placed in strainers of perspective, continuously shaken ever so softly from left to right over and over and over again, until only the most memorable of experiences remain sifted through. And all that is left are little looking glasses to peer into the past.

From that car ride on I only remember glimpses of the police station.

I remember a very clear look at a water cooler and the yellowish lighting that filled the space. But mostly I remember scanning the rooms as I walked down the hallways to see if I could find any familiar face to catch eyes with– and the feeling of need that went along with it.