Hitching a ride, trusting a partner, marrying the same person three times
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Robert Bitsko works at a substance-abuse detox facility in Burlington, Vermont. He is the proud guardian of a nine-year-old English bulldog named The Fatz. Like most ex-crystal-meth-addicts, he enjoys coffee and naps.
It’s 7 AM, and I’ve finally come back to my car. I force myself to check my phone and assess the damage: four missed calls — three from Rebecca, my girlfriend, and one from my father. I’m parked at a Pavilions grocery store on Melrose in Hollywood, a few blocks from the gay bathhouse where I’ve been since yesterday evening.