You only felt pain radiating through your bones, your fingers tight on the steering wheel, your other hand pressing down against your thigh to calm the ache.
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Denny’s
It was too difficult and familiar tonight. I didn’t want to call you back but your message said you’d finished rehearsal and you were hungry and wanted to meet us. You joined our table, tried to join in our laughter. The lights are bright at Denny’s. It’s not junkie light. Not the kind of place…
Perfecting the Addiction.
I met Jill in rehab. She was from Tennessee and was an all American girl: long blonde hair, blue eyes, southern accent, denim mini skirt and uggs. She was in her early twenties and an opiate and benzo addict. She came into rehab after doing a year on methadone. She had never tried heroin. Jill…
Allison McCabe 