Chapter 47

“My face didn’t come out of all that so good,” I said.

Then, I put Finn’s hand to my forehead.

“Feel the scars.”

“Yeah,” he said. “They’re not…”

“It’s okay. They’re part of me. I want you to know about them.”

“Okay.”

“There are eight. From age thirteen to twenty-one I was a user in some form or another. The biggest scar, to me, represents the year I got in so deep I thought I could never get out again.”

“But you did.”

“Yeah. Being locked up was the worst. I was already playing around with opioids once in a great while for pleasure around the time I should have been graduating, going to Dollywood or wherever. A short while later, I needed them every day to function, which I wasn’t really doing very well at, anyway. I did some shit.”

I decided to jump ahead, to skip the worst of it and get to my recovery.