It’s just a few days past the one year anniversary of Prince’s death, and I’ve been thinking of him (Him should almost be capitalized his influence was so powerful).
A man named J— shared the reading from the Big Book about finding a higher power. Then he shared what was on his mind.
He had been struggling with wanting to take a shot that morning, but knew he’d find solace here.
“Birds of a feather flock together,” said J—. That’s why he came back.
Put the kettle on.
Boil the water.
Add honey, sweetness, love...