I had a really terrible PAD/TAD attack once. It was like a spasm or a seizure. One minute I was thinking, "Gotta kill a little time, should just browse some pipes," and then all I remember is the image of a pipe pulsing in my consciousness. I woke up on the floor with irreparable damage to my bank account.
I haven't been that out of control since -- well, last night's attempt to smoke Rum/Per in mixed company, actually. Gotta see what my lawyer, therapist and parole officer can do to put a band-aid on this one.