Good Behavior

by Blake Crouch

She’d heard somewhere that every person reaches a certain age and, though they keep getting older, they never feel any older.

rarely in the present, her existence neatly boiled down into two equal parts. The depression and regret of her past. The fear of what was to come.

When I’m high and when I’m on a job, I’m not plagued by the sadness of the past or the fear of the future. That’s why I use. Why I steal. Those are the only times when I live in the moment like a free human being.