October 2013

Sober in Key West

He went south to party hard, but his HP had a much better plan

They say things happen for a reason. Little did I know how meaningful those words would be on the morning of January 3, 2012. My girlfriend and I had recently gone through an ugly breakup in Brooklyn after six disastrous months, so I temporarily moved back home to Jackson, Miss. So here I was, taking a plane to Key West, Fla., to visit Patrick, one of my oldest friends. My intentions were to a) get as wasted as I could; and b) run from the mountain of problems in my life. In hindsight though, it seems that God brought me to Key West for something different.

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