I have to stop using on top of my methadone. The strange thing is, a part of me doesn't even want to use, It's just habit. I lie on my bed, shuffling, anxious. Bangs slicked to my forehead with sweat. And then finally I cave, it seems impossible but there's always a way. Just let that cheque bounce, pawn my ipod or my laptop, borrow it. $100 is happiness.