Bodacious Boomer

Apparently Doug fell pray to a pusher, disguised as a kindly old lady.

She said “Have a taste honey. A little won’t hurt you.” He knew that he shouldn’t;  but he did it anyway, lured by the memories of how good it used to be.

It was all downhill from there. He lost all willpower and became weak.

It was his kryptonite.

And although he knew he shouldn’t spend the rent money on it; and he knew how hard it is to stop once you’re back on it, he brought it back into this house anyway so he wouldn’t be alone in his weakness.

And now it’s too late.

All that money on rehab, down the drain.