From the June 2011 magazine.

A Tree, A Car, A Man ... and God

His sober journey began one night behind the wheel of a car at the end of the road

"Tears were streaming down my face, and something told me to turn around and go back home. I think it was God."

I've been sober almost three years now and believe it or not, I still hang out with my drinking and drugging buddies.

I have some pretty high and mighty friends. Musicians and rock stars. They're all right there for me when I need them, in quick succession, stored in my record cabinet alphabetically from A to Z. At my disposal, for whenever it was time to crack open a beer or light a joint. I kept my friends in the basement, which was my sanctuary and where solitude was my only friend.

-- Chris


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