If I tell you my story, you’ll cry. I don’t mean to upset people but there is just something about my promising youth, poor life choices and subsequent downfall that saddens any audience.
“Hello, my name is Alex and I am an addict” I begin.
The assembled junkie choir nods in agreement as I start to recall every plot twist and character with painful clarity. I tell my tale slowly, clearly without shedding a single tear. You may think it is because I am hardened but you’d be wrong. The truth is I just don’t see my life as sad. Quite the opposite, I feel blessed.
I have endured shit but who amongst us hasn’t? I feel blessed because I am still here while so many friends are not. I am alive and I still can change things if I want. There is no such thing as a one-way street.