His name was John.
He had been living in the 12 Step House when I got out of treatment and seemed like a pretty good guy. Almost levelheaded and such.
Apparently, John still had a thirst, among other appetites.
John OD'd and left us this past weekend.
These things (sadly) happen.
It almost makes me glad that I am a traditional drunk and never found other hobbies particularly worthwhile.
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