It’s a terrible affliction I’m giving up don’t be jealous at all you know it’s all fun and games until it catches up with ya
I know - and I shouldn't joke about it... I just miss that high sort of medicinal fucking smell so much. I had some flake confiscated off me in a club in Sheffield a million years ago. (I was partying, not bouncing) The kind where you used a razor blade to shave off the block... a very light caramel colour rippled through it. It was a thing of fucking beauty... I was marched into the owners office and read the riot act, but escaped a kicking/being thrown out
The following week the owners son came up to me and asked me if I could get him any more... 100% true story

Best of luck kicking it - I suppose it's hardest when it's easy to get hold of and everyone else is doing it - so try to make that difficult for a while - avoid people if you must
I'm good at leaving things behind... but that smell man... ... ...