• Alcohol and Sobriety


    One block away from the gate, my heart started fluttering. “What if they don’t let me in?” I asked, fiddling with the straw in my iced coffee. “They may not remember me. I mean, it’s been three years. Everyone I know may be gone.” Mike rolled down his window as we approached. “Don’t worry about it hon, you’ll be fine.” I knew he was right. What was the worst they could do, turn us away? I swallowed the golf ball of fear in my throat and leaned across to talk out the driver’s side window. “Hi, I’m alumni. I was here about three years ago. We’re just here for a…


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