It’s not often you meet a university professor at a halfway house. People like that, like myself, just rarely end … More
I never minded the crack. As a heroin addict with an equal love for any pill that brought me up … More
I moved to Richmond because of Pete, and out of Megan’s grandparents’ two-story Colonial in the ex-burbs of Washington DC. … More
I met Mitra in the Spring. As it was I’m surprised we hadn’t met earlier, having been in Richmond for … More
I couldn’t forgive him or like him, but I saw that what he had done was, to him, entirely justified. … More
The first time I did it was at Elon, the fancy private college I went to after High School. I’d … More
It was last December, and I was sitting in an AA meeting at the Onala Club.