Lines
Lines
“Anybody have a virtue they’d like to discuss?” I asked the group.
“Lines,” Ann said. “Lines you’ve drawn for yourself, lines you never cross, lines that change your life once you cross them.”
“I don’t know if a cocaine addict should count ‘lines’ amongst her virtues,” James joked.
Ann said “I vowed I’d never spend more than I could afford on coke, but I crossed that line pretty quickly. I started sleeping with a drug dealer to get coke, but I convinced myself I was in a relationship and I’d never trade myself for coke. After a while, I started having one night stands with guys for coke.” She stopped for a moment, a little choked up.
“What was the final line you crossed?” Relapse Boy asked, but quietly and with concern in his voice that seemed out of character.
Ann looked at Relapse Boy, and with a sad smile said, “One morning a guy left money on my kitchen table on his way out. It wasn’t much different from leaving me coke, but different enough to tell me who I really was. I went to rehab the next day.”
Today I will be grateful for the lines I’ve drawn for myself.
AArdvarks (c) 2013 by Ken Montrose
“Anybody have a virtue they’d like to discuss?” I asked the group.
“Lines,” Ann said. “Lines you’ve drawn for yourself, lines you never cross, lines that change your life once you cross them.”
“I don’t know if a cocaine addict should count ‘lines’ amongst her virtues,” James joked.
Ann said “I vowed I’d never spend more than I could afford on coke, but I crossed that line pretty quickly. I started sleeping with a drug dealer to get coke, but I convinced myself I was in a relationship and I’d never trade myself for coke. After a while, I started having one night stands with guys for coke.” She stopped for a moment, a little choked up.
“What was the final line you crossed?” Relapse Boy asked, but quietly and with concern in his voice that seemed out of character.
Ann looked at Relapse Boy, and with a sad smile said, “One morning a guy left money on my kitchen table on his way out. It wasn’t much different from leaving me coke, but different enough to tell me who I really was. I went to rehab the next day.”
Today I will be grateful for the lines I’ve drawn for myself.
AArdvarks (c) 2013 by Ken Montrose
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