Hugs...
I don't remember the first time I tried hugs but I think I may have been a toddler. Hug addiction is real and it was my own family that fed my habit in my young formative years, leading me to experimentation with different types of hugs as I grew older. In college, I became a chronic hug user and to support my growing habit, I started dealing hugs. If I stopped cold turkey, that euphoric feeling that kept me so high quickly dissipated. I violated Rule Number One of the hug dealer code. I was getting high on my own supply. My workplace had a policy on hugs and prohibited them in the workplace, but I rebelled with wanton abandon and dealt hugs to my co-workers and even visitors. At some point, I became a major hug dealer in the islands, even sneaking hugs into the prison system where they were strictly prohibited. The guards could search me all over and never find where I stashed my hugs. The inmates couldn't get enough it seemed and really put the squeeze on me as
