When Emotions Drive the Bus to the Bar

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By Jeff Vircoe In the darker years of my addiction, there were times that I would come to. No, not wake up. Come to – out of a blackout. My first thought was usually, “I did it again.” Like clockwork, the next sound stampeding through my fragile skull, like hooves clattering on rain-soaked cobblestones, was […]

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