The End of The Beginning of The End

"What if, instead of rehab, I took a cab to some hotel and went out that night for crabs and beers like a Normal Person?"

To populate our Substack page, we’re re-running some old TSB essays on Fridays. I entered my third and final rehab in Singer Island, Florida, eight years ago this week. It didn’t work perfectly—I relapsed after a few months—but it allowed me to see that a positive transformation was possible.

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