Maybe I Should Have Picked Up
A story about the harsh realities of recovery
You could see it in her face. Her eyebrows pinched downward and her eyes narrowed as she targeted Sam with a tractor beam of disdain. We all knew she was pissed, but none of us knew what was coming next.
“You think this is a joke?! You’d better listen up,” she blared, forcing her eyes into each of ours. “Look to…