Nov 20 2006, 9:50 pm / Happy
A boy in my substance abuse class.
Cody went to jail 13 days ago.
I wrote him a letter; even though I figured he'd be out before he recieved it. I like him, he's a cool guy.
He ended up getting ad-booked [another charge while in jail]; I guess there was a warrant out for his arrest due to unpaid speeding/no insurance/no license ticket; so his sentence is 16 days.
He'll be released on the 23rd [Happy Thanksgiving].
Point of this story: he received my letter! I had given him my home phone number so that he could call someone if he wanted to talk, I understand how jail is.
He's called twice. I've talked to him and he just makes me feel good.
He asked about the boyfriend [he knows about the previous relapse and the lying]; he asked about my eating disorder [if there's any progress, if I even want progress]; we spoke of his girlfriend of 11 years [my God!] and a Method Man song.
It just felt good to talk to someone who's sober and genuinly cares. I love talking to friends.
Friends cheer me up.
Thank you friends.