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After I bottomed out at the end of my heroin addiction and what should have been my freshman year in college, I found myself sitting in a halfway house after three days in a psyche ward and a week in a rehab in a hospital in St. Paul. At the end of those 10 days, my insurance basically said, “Okay you can go home.”
There was no fucking way I’d stay sober if I went home—home being a huge part of the problem. So I took a bus to a pretty sketchy part of Minneapolis where I could sign myself up for General Assistance (welfare) in order to get into a state-funded halfway house. The minute I got off the bus, some dude offered me crack.
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