Lacing up Your Boots: Picking up the Pieces After Relapse

St. Patrick’s day 2019, a bar in R.I.  “Hey, are you doing car bombs tonight?”  “Of course”, said the waitress, as I racked up another game of 8-ball for the four of us.  “Bring us a round.” For the second time in a week, and in the previous seventeen months, I was drinking, attempting to…