“What are you afraid of?”“You want the truth?!” he screamed, whirling around to face the man behind him, standing a few feet away in the dimly lit garage. “I’m afraid of failing, okay? I’m afraid of fallin’ on my ass and screwing up worse than I have already! Because if I can’t get clean? That’s it, bro! That’s the end of the line, and I’m ( Read more... )