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[Physical Fuel] Sober Flow: Addiction Can’t Sink It’s Claws Into the Ocean
For the past five years, addiction has felt like a Russian doll. Here’s how I turned my emptiness into creativity and happiness. If you just want the step-by-step guide, skip down to the Process section. (:
— Andrew, F the Lines
Summer 2013—The car swerved over a concrete median with this awful grinding noise and I knew we were in trouble. My friend Diego (NHRN) was supposed to be the designated driver, but halfway home, he started to get reckless and it was like Oh fuck…he’s completely wasted.
Diago tore across the road and started looping around a Sunoco station. On the second pass, he swung in toward an open spot but misjudged and scraped the paint off a car filling up at the first pump.
When we rattled to a stop, I threw my door open and started swearing. “Dude, what the fuck is wrong with you…no, FUCK YOU.”
I was so tired of being a passenger in my friend’s self-destruction that I stormed off and walked the five miles back to my car.
The thing was…
Even though I hadn’t been in the driver’s seat, I was still driving—I just wasn’t ready to admit it.
