Six Months in the wild - A Journal of sobriety, making amends and regaining the me I used to be
Wednesday, July 10, 2013
Tuesday, July 9
O.G.
Some of the guys in the dorm, and earlier at the jail, had called me O.G. I really didn't know what that meant but, of course, didn't want to ask. To ask would indicate weakness and naivete and that is something that
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