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I work in the "dog pound" at Bradford. It's the cottage with the young guys. I generally love working with them. They are feisty, arrogant, hardheaded, delightful, funny, and full of potential. Most of them are good men who have taken some wrong turns here and there. Most of them have good hearts. Most of them. Some are jerks. Some are jerks who just haven't decided to get clean yet and quit being jerks. And they say the funniest things. I have a patient right now who entered treatment on Friday, left AMA on Saturday, returned to treatment on Sunday, and wanted to leave AMA yesterday. Today he came into my office and asked if he could leave the facility, drive his friend from cottage 2 to Bessemer, AL, and then return to the facility. I laughed out loud. I mean, the number of things that could go wrong in that amount of time. Just count them.

We have now played 72 games of sorry. The score is 36-36. Matt and Terri vs. Alison and Kelly. Technically, we've played more games than that, but the games only count when all four of us original players are present. If one person if gone and there is a substitute player, then that game is called an exhibition game. It's very important to have the originals present.