What do you think about when you hear the words, “Drug rehab antelope valley“? Do you think, oh yeah, Grandma’s house! Love her apple pie! Do you think, “O give me a home where the buffalo roam, where the deer and the antelope play.” Think a long drive up a winding high way into a place in the ether where you’re going to be transformed. I think it’s right by that aqua duct on the 5 FWY going North. Instead of heading up to Magic Mountain you go east. . .Up past Costco plex, up past the mountains.
Sometimes I feel weird about being in heroin rehab. Meaning if you had told me five years ago that my life would take this turn, that I would even entertain this turn, I would have said screw you. No way. I was working as an accountant for a major corporation. I was handling big clients. I had an expense account and could stay anywhere and eat anywhere I wanted. I had nice suits. I had nice shoes. Then one day I met a really beautiful and abysmal woman. She was an abyss, but she looked like a goddess. I had no idea what I was getting into. Met her at a party, we were on this gorgeous deck in Malibu, and there weren’t too many people around and she brought out the recreational options for the evening. I’ve very occasionally snorted coke, but had never attempted to begin a heroin addiction. Ecstasy rehab was more my style, but she was very alluring, this mysterious lady in a pale green dress. She had incredibly huge eyes and long beguiling lashes. Try. Try with me. And I did. And that was the beginning of a very long, winding road.