I was nineteen years old when I met the demon for the first time. The cunning and baffling of its character defects captivated me, and held me hostage for years. I became an addict whose life spiraled outta control It was a monster, cleverly camouflaged in a puff of smoke I called, "the devil's love potion." Trapped in a world of crushed dreams, false hope, and unmanageability, I was weakened and defeated by the intrusion of my new best...