A new biginning

I moved into a new apartment, which was a room in a large house, but at the very least I had some privacy. The other residents were not into total sobriety, as I found out soon enough. One was a heroin addict and the other liked all forms of drugs and drinking, like me. To say we hit it off was an understatement. A continuous party was going on. This lasted about six weeks and I was a wreck, having spent what money I had accumulated during my time at the previous housing. I burned out and some friends got me out of there and into another program in Los Gatos. This was a private program in a nice facility. I had a private room for thirty days and a better way of life existed there. The counselors were all good people and the other people in recovery were all from a better station in life and easy to get along with. You need to understand I grew up in Danville, California, which was a wealthy community and the people from this area that I was at now at now were of similar pedigree and station in life. I got along with everyone in the program just fine. After completing this program, I was able to get a room in a recovery house in Los Gatos and a job at the VA workshop in San Jose. Things were looking up. I stayed in this house, which had a multitude of characters living there, for three months. We had a house meeting every night to voice our concerns or problems, which were about anything you had on your mind. This meeting was more then interesting almost every night, because two of the women living there were always in disagreement. Lots of cat fights. What ENTERTAINMENT! After a few months, me and two other men talked about getting our own place that would include a house policy of total sobriety. This worked out for over a year. To be continued.