Welcome back, sucker

I’ve been sober 24 of the past 26 years. Before finding AA, I had lost my business and my home and I was living on the streets. I ate other peoples’ leftover pasta and meatballs out of dumpsters and I knew that the best cigarette butts in town were in a three-foot sand ashtray outside of the theme park in Hershey, Pennsylvania. Every day I’d fill my empty cigarette pack with 20 almost perfect butts that had been hastily stubbed out by tourists.