Drug addiction has always been a mystery to me, mainly because I could never wrap my head around the idea that a person can’t find any better sensation than what they’d get out of a line or a pipe or a pill.
Which is not to say I don’t understand having a moment of weakness or emotional trauma.
The fact is that I’m lucky to have Ava in my life. She trips all my neurological triggers. The other day Ava was taking a nap, and I felt like I couldn’t wait for her to wake up. She almost never sleeps for more than 90 minutes in the early afternoon, but it seemed like I was forgetting what she even looked like. I missed her smile and her voice and the sound of her little feet pattering around the dining room. I needed a hit. And when she finally woke up and I went and picked her up out of her crib and held her in my arms, I didn’t have a trouble in the world.
Happy 100, Ava.