With a decade of sobriety under my belt, I look upon my darkest hour in life with gratitude. That may seem a strange thing to say since my bottom in addiction involved crawling around on a carpet and culminated in a drug and alcohol induced seizure. I must concede, however, that without the terror drenched occasion I would probably continue to use drugs, be insane or be dead.
In “Purple Fingers, Purple Toes”, an excerpt from my forthcoming memoir, you bear witness to the time when Johnny Walker and cocaine gripped me by the throat.
Best,
