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  • Having to scrounge pennies nickels and dimes from cracks in my couch to buy a pack of cigarettes embarrass me these days, as does pilfering pal-malls from my father. and yet to find a silver lining to it, its not the most embarrassing thing I've done. stepping into the nearest gas station with a handful of crumpled one's and assorted change to procure for mentioned cigarettes isn't even close to the lowest thing I've done in the last year. as I told the lady on the bus stop "these days I can't help but feel blessed to have a roof over my head, food on the table, and a family thats starting to trust and forgive me again. It sounds cliche of me to say it but it's the simplest and smallest things in life that give me pleasure these days, if i can spend a night helping my mom cook dinner, to smile and laugh with her are my highs. there's no drug that can beat lounging with my dad and doing the new york times crossword every sunday". The beauty of sobriety is that in the past I've lied, cheated, and stolen to support addiction that was surely going to kill me, but i don't have to do that anymore.
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