Last call

My relapse occurred six-and-a-half years ago, something I never want to forget, and ended around 4 A.M. on a summer morning. I called my dad for a ride from a convenience store payphone, located in the bad part of downtown Dallas. The problem was that I didn't know where I was. I went into the store and asked the perplexed clerk for the address and, after what seemed like an eternity, my extremely patient father pulled up to save me once again.