He said he didn’t know what was going to happen to him or his family. But he says he has received certain promises from his new family—the Freeway Access Group of Cocaine Anonymous—and so he had certain hope-type emotions about the future, inside. He didn’t so much conclude or make obligatory reference to Gratitude or any of that usual shit as grip the lectern and shrug and say he’d started feeling just last month that the choice he made on the kitchen floor was the right choice, personally speaking.
This man's story, about his family and the biscuits, chokes me up still.
