Rick strolled into the meeting like he belonged there. He’d never been to one in this part of town but already he liked what he saw. The aroma from expensive coffee just smells better, he mused.
He didn’t really belong at the “Y”, he told himself. Those people were losers. He would never allow his addictions to let him fall that far. He was certain of that. Sure he’d lost his family and a couple of jobs, but he never became homeless. He was always welcomed at his mother’s house. He stirred his coffee, looked over at her and smiled.