At the rehab meetings
at St Vincent's, PJ reckoned it was all earnest. Earnest "one day at a
time"; earnest "grant us the serenity". Earnest was okay to skip
breakfast with, but somebody needed to buy lunch, PJ thought as he shredded the
plastic lid of his take-away cappuccino. He knew he had to get his driver's
license back. No wheels - no hope. Just the park across from the hospital with
ex-junkies in Lowes trackies and dirty ibises stealing chips.
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