I vowed to myself to never detox again. If I ever started up with
love affair with heroin again, and I suspected I would, I would never
again go cold turkey. Detox should be a synonym for suicide or at
least death.
But then I was clean and Rider was ready to let me have a life. The
day he took me to West Hollywood was my awakening. That sounds
dramatic, I know, but that’s just the kind of experience it was.
Even then I told Rider that when I tell my grandkids about my life I
would call this my awakening. Rider made some snarky comment about
telling my patrol officer rather than my grandkids. I chose to ignore
him.
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