things are beginning to look up

i am liking the new me and work is getting better, I have begin to really envision what that addiction really looks like in the streets and feeling the pain and the desperation of just what 330 am really looks and feels like. Turning that corner @ US 1 for the last time after panhandling for that 20 dollar rock realizing that there just isnt any new faces out there at that time of the morning that just might believe my ridiculous story about a broke trailer on a truck and give me some money. Im really grateful that my wife after 6 years and a million relapses is in a good space with me and i just dont want to see that other side of her so her I am and here os where i choose to be for today...