Earlier this week, the inevitable finally came to fruition. I was walking up to the methadone clinic when I was approached by a guy asking for a cigarette. I had left them in my car and said I'd give him one when I wrapped up my business at the clinic.
When I finally stepped out the guy was waiting. As we walked up to my car, he asked me what I was doing there, to which I replied that I wad getting my daily dose of methadone yadda yadda. After I gave him a cigarette he asked me if I wanted any heroin, to which I replied "no thanks, I'm fine". And we went on our way.
It wasn't till I got home did I realize the gravity of the situation, and the importance of my response, and for the first time in a long time, I wad truly proud of myself.