He couldn't have been more serious. He sat across me over coffee and donuts and exclaimed: "It feels amazing to house a young woman and have sex with her whenever I visit once or twice a week. I need that to be whole." The fact was, though, that he feels he's getting crazy, tired, and unable to explain why he can't get satisfaction. He came to recover from "something." Eventually, he identified his addiction and "false sense of happiness" that's destroying his peace and well being. Yet he chose to run from therapy ... and his reality. He fears greater insanity if separated from his "fix." Who is his enemy? The enemy is not the "fix" or some other thing. Pogo, the cartoon character, can be right when he exclaimed, "We have met the enemy and he is us!"