K is trying to convince me to come to Trumps tonight for a sticker party. We’re standing outside Drama Bar in the leathery midnight heat, passing a vape back and forth. I bought it today – 5,000 pulls for just €15! – and it’s giving me a contact high with a regulated nervous system. J and I have promised each other we’re going to quit, that we don’t need another vice. But considering the day I’ve had, I’m giving myself a break.