Slippery Slope

The taste of water reminds me of pills. I stopped taking my medication years ago, but whenever I fill up a glass late at night or early in the morning my throat muscles twitch half expecting something else to slide down my esophagus. With age comes the realization that drugs are everywhere. Not just in tiny capsules, but also in our habits, our daily routines, our friends, our lives. My week wasn't getting any better and drugs were all I could think about. A midweek loss at the Emirates leaves our season in shambles. A fourth place finish is seeming more unlikely as each fixture passes. No one spoke on the drive home and for some reason I couldn't stop thinking about my wife who, at some point in my life, was a drug I indulged in, but, like my interest in other drugs of the past, has faded with the unfair hand of time. Or had it completely?