Before meth it was booze; the first AA meeting I ever went to was in a cramped Church basement. That was the first time I ever took crystal- the other regulars dealt out back before hand to get them through. The place was a shithole- no one went to church in that neighbourhood and the place was abandoned by Gods children and left to drunk fucks like us. The guy who ran it was “just like us” a ex-con doing a little community service who clearly was staying ‘clean’ until his parole officers looked the other way and he could flee to the Bahamas. As his assets started to unfreeze we noticed he got better fed as the weeks passed, this guy had connections and he had dough and bull shit was he “just like us”.
Eventually I gave up on that place- figured I’d go crazy if I stayed- but Sarah said I’d get clean or she was gone.
You forget about tequila when you’re already fucked on rock by 10am.
But the church did have one thing.
The church had an intact roof.
It started to rain and the three of us got drenched, the floor pooling and running bile and sawdust mixed and flowed in little spinning clumps. The little shit knocked again and I crept back from the door. He called out.
“Hello? Hello? Is anyone home?”
My heart started to pound again as I saw the tops of heads flit past the closed ragged curtains. Then the kid said something that made my blood run very cold.
“Sarah’s looking for you. Hello?”