When I first met rob 37 heroin....
Who is this weirdo sitting by himself in the sun and writing in what appears to be a diary? Upon closer look, he gave off the serial killer from Se7en vibe with notebooks in no discernible order. I was intrigued.
Moody, brooding, irreverent, can quote recovery clichés all day but can't stay clean for 20 minutes.
How does he write with such small letters? Gonna have carpal tunnel by the end of the month if he keeps this up. And that's gotta be 100 pages he's written just since I've been here.
None of us thought the weird dude who sat in the sun in a plastic chair would make it. But the months went by, and he stuck around.
Rob was a regular at meetings, sitting in the same spot, annoyingly wearing his headphones, which made him terribly unapproachable.
He chose his words carefully, and I wanted to believe them for myself.
He's a new person, a better person, a friend, a teacher, a brother.
I don't know the out-of-control drug using Rob in these stories, but I know who he is today.
Enjoy this second book of stories from rob-37-heroin. I hope they inspire you as much as they have inspired me.
