He sat across from and and looked me straight in the eye. And had that look like he genuinely cared about what I had to say. And told me the things I already knew, but sometimes I just need to hear them again. "You deserve the best," he said. "And not just with people, with everything. Like if you did drugs, you deserve the best crack thats out there."

I deserve the best. Now I just have to dispose of the bad, and find the good. The best.