Help on the Line

After my final transgression, which I am thankful to say was my bottom, a wise judge realized that simply locking me away would serve no future purpose. He had seen enough alcoholics like me to know that lock-up without therapy only creates resentment and a desire to resume drinking. The judge offered me a choice: one year of straight jail time, or going to a treatment facility and, once completed, finishing my sentence in work release. I chose
the later.