Fives years ago today (okay five years and two days ago but let's say today), I showed up at a company party in Austin. I carefully avoided all the people I'd mentioned my sobriety to, and took enough whiskey shots to eventually forget that I cared what they thought. I followed the CEO, who was also my sometimes fuck, from that company party to some bar…
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