August 1, 2011
A bright, shiny new month, 31 days of heat and beauty, coming our way. 104 this afternoon; predicting 107 tomorrow.
Met today with Josh, we talked it out, and talked it over, hashed out our lives in recovery. He's a good guy, he's slippery as are so many junkies – moreso than alcoholics, from what I can see – he's slippery but his intentions are good.
Then tonight I finally heard from Mike, in NYC; guy goes on vacation and six hours after landing he's in the hospital and that's almost a week now, tomorrow morning surgery, re-section his gut. Fuck.