It’s midnight. I’m lying wide awake in a strange bed, sweating in my underwear as the space heater turns my face into a prune. The 101 freeway provides a constant background hum, but this is less disruptive than the rattling snores emanating from the man-shaped lump lying next to me. I’m thirsty. I’m restless. I’m choking on bad choices, wishing I was i…
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