At its best, addict lit satiates our quintessential human yearning for stories that may lead to salvation. We want warm fuzzies. We want sweet, sweet, redemption.
We started each morning of residential treatment with burned muffins, a house meeting, and introductions.
“My name is Tom and I’m a junkie here on vacation. My goal today is to lay in the sun and sample the delicious food in this all-inclusive resort.”
Tom’s sarcasm made orange juice squirt out of my nose. Humor was an...
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