Back in 1990, rooming with older addict, who was on his third go round; came into the room to find me depressed and isolating. Asked what was eating me and I told him that I had nothing and no one to go home to. He laughed and said, “the way I see it you have the world by the balls. You don’t have a pot to piss in or a window to throw it out of but you can start over”. Worked for me…
