30 days

So it’s 4am and i haven’t slept and this was written in less than half an hour so..it’s probably terrible but here

It’s different from the other times he’s gotten sober. For one he wasn’t spending the first few weeks drying out at a rehab but in his own building, with the Alvarez’s huddled round him. They don’t mention it when he crashes on the couch the first night. For once they don’t make any jokes about him leaving even though he knows they should. Pen piles up blankets on the couch and her smile is hesitant but it’s there.

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I really didn’t wanna be in America. So I drank. And I recreated the snowy plains of Canada with cocaine. I’m told I attended classes at Pepperdine University, but I will have to take that on faith. So, I’m in a detox center in El Segundo. This was my fourth rehab. My re-re-re-rehab. I thought I’d been doing a kickass job keeping my drug stuff a secret from all the tenants and then…

Can you believe it’s only been 10 months since you moved in? I remember ‘cause I got my five-year sober chip and your mom baked me that cake.

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