Karl spoke for me at The Best Meeting Ever. Ok so, the meeting we started is on Commercial and Dixie in a small shitty pink building. The room is actually someone’s office space during the day and at night we have meetings there. There’s a little teeny tiny church next door that can fit like 20 people and it’s all black people. Our meeting is a smoking meeting. I actually think it’s illegal to smoke inside unless you have some kind of permit, but fuck it. It’s really cool though, like at first no one would ever show up and it was so slow and I was starting to regret starting it, but now there’s a steady 10 people coming every night. I help make the coffee and bring in donuts. I love it.

This girl came up to me and said I did really good when I spoke at the park meeting.

I saw Julie last night. She was wearing that same pink dress that looks like Forever 21 with the little gold rope around it.

I don’t know why they call it Forever 21, it’s like recyclable clothes. They should call it “two weekends, you wash it and it dies 21.”

May 21st, 2009

Karl and I chilled yesterday. I like hanging out with him, he kinda treats me like a little kid and it bothers me, but I guess it’s because he’s got a bunch of little brothers and sisters around my age. He spoke on the eighth step, he talked about stealing from his grandpa. His grandfather was a big part of his life and he loved him very much. Karl never met his real dad, and his step dad used to beat the shit out of him, and his grandpa was the only person in his life who tried to help him out. Karl and I went to the same military boarding school, just at different times. His grandpa paid for him to go. Karl was the one who found his grandpa when he died. He had a brain aneurysm and he shit himself. Karl went into his shitty pants and took the money from his wallet. Karl loved his grandpa, but it’s just all he could think to do at the time…I hung out with Karl and I could never imagine him doing that. He’s always smiling and laughing. He’s a really nice guy. He talked about his greatest amends is just to stay clean and to be of service to others.

Megan just got back from California. She had six months clean and she thought she could drink and was shooting coke a week later — it doesn’t take too long for most people. Sometimes it scares me, traveling. I’m still scared to go places. I don’t get how people get 90 days clean and want to get up and leave to some other state. Maybe one day, but not now. I need my little bubble.