Now I squatted down in the administrator’s bathroom with Erwyn, our rehab Director, as he gave up his finger fishing and pulled a boxcutter from his back pocket. Slicing open the top of Prospect’s shampoo bottle, his suspicions were confirmed. Within the puddle of sleek, green soap was a small plastic bag, and within that bag another small bag of heroin, a hypodermic needle, and accompanying syringe.

Not the best way to make a good impression on your first day of rehab. Continue reading »