One step, two step, 12-step. I can grouse and complain, but denial will get me nowhere, especially when the river I’m walking across is in Chicago. Over the Wabash Bridge I go to my coffee-office this morning, mulling what room I’ll be sitting in later this afternoon, and why. Thank God it’s codependence and not alcoholism. (Warning: Although that would explain the shaky camera). Someone pass me a Smithwicks…

(Video: …Soon I’ll be walking across the floor.)

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