In late middle age, after a quarter-century clean and sober, novelist Paul Cody found himself lost in the fog of prescription drug addiction. He went to a rehab in the hills of Pennsylvania, and during a 37-day stay there he encountered doctors and soldiers and bartenders, MMA fighters and lawyers and businessmen-who were also junkies and huffers, coke heads and meth heads, drunks and pill-poppers and generalized dope fiends. He saw degradation and despair and hope and grace. And, with growing clarity, he began to see their ...
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In late middle age, after a quarter-century clean and sober, novelist Paul Cody found himself lost in the fog of prescription drug addiction. He went to a rehab in the hills of Pennsylvania, and during a 37-day stay there he encountered doctors and soldiers and bartenders, MMA fighters and lawyers and businessmen-who were also junkies and huffers, coke heads and meth heads, drunks and pill-poppers and generalized dope fiends. He saw degradation and despair and hope and grace. And, with growing clarity, he began to see their humanity, as well as his own.
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