the morning after

haven't had a mojito since the heroin[e] days.
it's silly, but when you think about it, but i needed time to cut off.
having said that, like certain songs, certain smells, certain places, that are directly associated to certain people, time capsules and events, after my first sip, i was warped back to the smokey Who's bar, playing "name that tune", and screaming the answers (when i could find them) as loud as possible.
mourning period is well over now.
move on.