Gabriel
When the judge granted me a stint in rehab instead of prison, I thought she was being lenient. Little did I know the hell that she had in store for me at Spring Lake Ranch.
After two weeks of brutal detox, I was starting to feel human again. A sick, weak, wobbly excuse for a man. I think I lost at least ten pounds over the last ten days. My jeans were hanging off my hips, and the a.ssholes in charge wouldn’t let me have a belt. They said it was a ligature risk. I don't know if they thought I was going to hang myself, or one of the other patients, or one of the staff.
I wouldn’t mind strangling Jeanie if I got half a chance.
The woman was like a parasite that I just couldn’t get rid of. Every time I turned around, there she was. When I was throwing up my toenails, she was holdin
