There’s a sense of rhythm to the traditional addiction narrative. The writer details the sordid places and embarrassing affairs drug abuse or alcoholism took them to. There’s a rock bottom. Sometimes there’s two or three rock bottoms. Then there’s rehab, self-acceptance, and everything is tied up with a nice little bow.
I was awakened by the sound of someone screaming. I couldn’t make out the words, but I didn’t need to. The sound was unnerving enough without knowing what was being said. As I opened my eyes and adjusted to my surroundings, I was reminded once again where I was: jail.