Addiction...such a strange thing. Alcohol, cigarettes, drugs, sex, food, shopping, underwater basket weaving...vices with a pull so strong people just don't want to muster up the will to say "no".

The bullsh!t answer that they "can't" quit pisses me off. Can't means won't, people need to square their shoulders, straighten their spines, grow a pair and knock it the f#ck off already. Whining about that crap makes me sick..."Oh I want to stop, but I "can't"!...it's a disease!" Cancer is a disease dumbass, stupidity is a choice.

Now I sound harsh, and I am. I've had to deal with addiction issues from immediate family members and it made my childhood a nightmare. One of the reasons I started self defense as a child was my oldest brother was addicted to drugs and alcohol and like to use me as his punching bag. One of my sweetest memories as a young teenager was when he had comeback from the navy and was drugged up and came at me...I twisted him like a pretzel and made him scream like a little girl.

Now I've been physically dependant on opiates, I had to be on them for a total of 23 months, fentanyl most of that time and oxycodone the entire time. Getting off of those sucked, but Resolve can be used for more then just carpet stains.

Can't. Whatever.