the test inconclusive. I sent you a standard letter to inform you of this, as the rules dictate. The letter was returned to me with the notice that you no longer live at that address.â
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âLook, Dr. Stein,â I stammered, in full damage control mode, âI was going to tell you! The lease came up on the flat and we had to vacate. Weâre somewhere temporaryâonly for a few weeks, and weâre looking for a new place right in the area. Thatâs why we didnât tell you!â
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âOh yes, Iâm sure. You people are always so fucking innocent! You probably have four or five doctors prescribing to you, right? You donât give a shit whether I lose my license! Iâve been nothing but good to the pair of you!â
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I was stunned. Dr. Stein was genuinely hurt by our deception. Although, I must admit, when he mentioned his suspicion that we had more than one doctor prescribing methadone to us, my first thought was: Thatâs possible? I gotta try that.
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Susan chimed in. âDr. Stein, itâs true! We didnât want to fuck up our prescriptions, thatâs all! Weâre only out of White City for a month, tops, until we can find a local flat again! Weâre sleeping on a friendâs floor at the moment. Pleaseâ¦please, donât kick us out. Things have been going really well recently! Weâre getting it togetherâ¦. Oh Jesusâ¦please donât kick us outâ¦. Itâs not fair!â
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Susan was about to go into her crying and wailing routine again. Stein cut her off with a wave of his hand.
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âItâs too late. The wheels have been set in motion. You must give me your new address, and another doctor has to take over your care. Itâs expressly prohibited for me to prescribe to patients outside of my catchment area. Iâm sorry, but I canât help you anymore.â
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We returned to Tottenham in silence. We drank our methadone from the bottles on the train ride home. Everything was wrong. Ascending in the pissy elevator to the seventeenth floor of our block of flats, the situation was about to deteriorate further. There were people in the flat. Usually Jack would fuck off during the daytime, but he was here and so was Michael. The cunts were both sitting around in our bedroom.
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I opened the door and saw them, huddled in conversation.
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âOi!â I yelled at the pair of them, âWhat you doing on our room?â
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Michael looked up. He just said: âCan you come in here a minute?â
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Susan and I walked in silence toward them. Michael and Jack were sitting on the only two chairs in the room. Michael pointed toward the mattresses and said, âSit down.â We did. Michael and even dumb, eighteen-year-old Jack were now towering over us. I started to feel anger rise in my chest. Susan kept her mouth shut and looked at the floor.
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âFucking problem?â I asked.
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âI think so,â said Michael, âJack hereâ¦and me too actuallyâ¦weâre worried that you arenât really a part of the program anymore. I mean, I know that you sometimes show up to the odd meeting, butâ¦well, itâs been a long time youâve been coming around. A long time. Neither of you have a sponsor, which to meâ¦well, I just donât get it.â
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âWhat donât you get?â I demanded. âI donât want a sponsor. When I bump into someone at one of these meetings who I think will have the first clue about where Iâm coming from, then sure, then Iâll have a sponsor. Until then, Iâll do it myself.â
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âThatâs not the way the program works!â Jack laughed.
âDonât tell me about the fucking program, Jack. I went to my first meeting five years ago in LA, remember? You were thirteen fucking years old Jack. Iâm not listening to any fucking lectures from you, mate. I show up.
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