"Do you believe in demons?", he asked from the passenger seat. It's a helluva question to pose to the guy giving you a ride to the airport but I knew the answer without hesitation. To me addiction is a demon. It starts as a little larvae burrowing around in my brain. A maggoty itch at first as it gnaws. Thoughts of drinks flash and images of long sleek bars with glistening bottles appear in the mind. Illusions of ease and comfort. The itch turns to a burn as cravings kick