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Deep down at the bottom of happy, joyous and free lies fear; fear that if I were ever to throw my sobriety away I might never get it back. It seems the older we get, the more times we relapse, the harder it is to come back and fully embrace recovery. I suspect that, as [...]
Not to say that I’ve cried. I haven’t. I won’t. That kind of emotional attachment just isn’t there. All that was there was the recognition of the kinds of qualities that might make me willing to invest myself further.
But apparently I have a long, long way to go in the discernment department. When I got [...]
In the late 80s and early 90s they were not an uncommon site along the freeways leaving downtown Los Angeles; huge condo projects festooned with banners that read “If you lived here you’d be home now.” When the topic was brought up at a meeting, what are you doing today for your recovery, it’s [...]
The last thing I did before I took the 14 hour bus ride to Pocatello was get high. That’s sexy isn’t it? Shooting up in the bathroom of a Greyhound station? There’s a way to meet quality friends.
So then I’m trapped on a bus for fourteen hours wishing I could fuck the [...]
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