I wake up like something inside me wants to get out. It's late, maybe early morning as I roll over to face my sleeping beauty of a wife. I go to the bathroom, ready to start my day until the powers that be inside my ever stirring head decide to make me painfully aware there is no meth coursing through my veins. I curse, a little too loudly judging by Laura’s reaction. She remains asleep. Good. I should be the one who has to...