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Austin House
Camille woke up attached to a drip. She expected beeps and alarms when she saw the IV bag, but there were none, only the drone of a vacant room in a quiet building with not much going on outside. In these detox centers you get the feeling everyone in the world wears socks. Her shoulder Continue reading
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Interlude, first detox
One poor chap committed suicide in my home. He could not, or would not, see our way of life. —Bill’s Story, Alcoholics Anonymous Big Book Todd, alcoholic, woke up in his basement having never been asleep. Some friends were there. Notables included God and Satan from the Book of Job. Polonius and Gertrude. Frankenstein and Continue reading
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Todd’s story
Todd, alcoholic, came to in heavily drenched sheets, having peed the bed again and sweat profusely in it. He peeled the top sheet from his skin and was rising to grab a towel to sleep on when he fainted against a wall. He woke up against the wall after a nanosecond’s sleep and barely stopped Continue reading
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Morning meditation, Tuesday
Let’s play a game. Next meeting, once the chair opens it up for everyone to share, we police each other’s language in real-time. Catch a cliché and you get a coin. The offender loses their turn, the scorer gets thirty days sober. How does that sound? Catch a malaprop or a made-up word and you Continue reading
About Me
Yes, about me…
todd of tacoma 