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My last drink was a good story: I was kicked out of rehab after three weeks due to blatant fraternization (even modest fraternization with the opposite sex was not allowed) with a young man who had been court-ordered to this inpatient recovery program. Because our dalliances also had him booted from the rehab, he was en-route back to jail. In my desperate attempt to save this guy I hardly knew (but I thought I shared a deep connection with), I picked him up when he decided to run, and hid him at my house for three weeks. Did it occur to me that I could also face jail time for my actions? Of course it did, but I was too crazy to let it stop me. I was angry at the world— and so I clung to someone more fucked up than me, so that I could feel not so alone in my fucked-up-ness.

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