As it turns out I left the recovery program unable to fulfill a consequence, one completely unrelated and illogical, of not being allowed to have contact with my daughter. She is in recovery as well. We both work our own programs. At that I am now sleeping on the floor of a relatives home until I can get enough art together to sell. Keep good thoughts for me. My clean and sober date is still December 26 2006…and I am working my steps. Peace!
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