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April 1996

There Is a Way Out

He was no stranger to insanity, until the simple message of sobriety finally sank in

I awoke on the couch I rented for twenty-five dollars a week in a flop house, two blocks from a day labor service where I worked. The TV channel had long since played the national anthem and now softly lit the filthy room I shared with four other drunks.

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