Terminal.

"You still rolling?"
First time I speak with him in years, but of course he asks me that right off the bat. He has to. He can't change..
"Not recently...things have been going well. I've been stable."
"But?"
"I mean, of course I have an itch."
He laughed. "Of course you do, bro." Always bro. He means it. We're like family. "Of course you do...what we have is like a sickness. It's not like a drug. You could go without for 10 years, and you know the very first opportunity you had to roll you'd risk it all. That's a sickness, bro. Sociopathic. And there's no cure."

That's probably true.

10 minutes later he says he's gonna bring the rest of the group to visit. They'll want to throw an orgy, and meet my New York friends who roll too. And I'll be happy to be back among people who understand.