2000 days - October 12, 2016

2000 days. Two Thousand days. 

Instead of paying the dealer, the pharmacist or the liquor store; I pay my rent daily in the form of service to those who have what I want and who want what I have. 

I ain't perfect. Nor do I want to be. 

Every day I wake up I'm just stoked for the opportunity to get out of bed without thinking once about my next fix. 

That's the gift I wished for. 

Never thought I would get all the rest of the "that's awesome" that comes with.


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