A High-Functioning Addict's First A.A. Meeting

Deep Fix №6

I woke my ass up early to make it to my first A.A. meeting. Still half-asleep, I took the BART train from Oakland into the city, attempting to arrive on time for the meeting’s 7 A.M. start.

Inside the crowded train, I held onto one of the ceiling hooks for dear life. My mind felt like crunched up aluminum foil. My heart was so dark and heavy, it was dang…