Dad always said this town could wreck a person. It’s what happens when you’re playing a rigged game. I convinced myself ‘winning’ meant getting out but in what world do you get to leave the ring and declare victory? This is where I belong, in the fight. It’s who I am. I’ve rolled around in the mud for so long, wash me clean and I don’t recognise myself. So, how about I just accept the mud and the tendency I have to find myself rolling in it?My name is Veronica and I’m an addict.