At that moment, all I could think about was how small my life had become. A small box of downtown and every single-occupancy locking bathroom between the Waterfront and the base of the West Hills. We hopped on the MAX, met the man, and split our bag. I knew I wanted to try again. Try to get sober. Try treatment again. I was done being miserable, cold, dopesick, wet, and alone. I was tired of "friends" whose only goal was to get what you got if you had anything. I knew at that moment that I was capable of so much more than being a junkie...
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