The more she tried the more she failed. Fourty Five years of age, lost contact with her children once upon a time and theyve grown in her absence. Debra tries each day to maintain some sort of relevant life, but she believes she lacks enough self compassion to express empathy.

Each morning she suits up and shows up as a counsellor for the treatment centre. Her life is her text book and her memories guide her through the thick and thin which makes each day count for someone. Pictures of her daughters sit on her desk, next to the picture of their dead father. The love of Debra's life, the reason she is now sober.

Thirteen years ago Danny put Debra on the back of his motorcylce and they sped off from the saloon. Both midly intoxicated with a mixture of drugs flowing through their systems. The safe bet was never the option for the king and queen of the biker world in Vincettio. The small town on Connor's Island that is plagued with terror. Similar to Centralia, Pennsylvania Vincettio burns. Yet some people still reside, not many but some- like Debra and Danny Gonicichy. Vincettio is the twin of New Jersey.

On this fine night Danny whipped around one of the titular narrow side banks along the rocks of the coast and plunged into an oncoming semi. The Semi reared off the side and down into the ocean. Everyone on board dead, and doughnut boxes littered the rocks down below. DuGray Doughnut Dump everywhere! Danny clinged to life underneath the rim of the motorcylce which was pierced under the tip of the rock formation on the drive. Debra pulled her self up from the road with barely a scratch.

As she looked up with a foggy haze capturing her eye lids she could see Danny reaching out for her to come and save him. Debra stood up shaking with shock, and she watched as the boulder clipped off the side of the rock drive and crushed Danny and the remains of the bike to dust!

Vincettio had claimed another life, but it had help from the drunken Danny himself.

Debra has been in recovery ever since!

Recovery from her addictions to the bottle and the powder as well as recovering from the heartache that was Danny Gonicichy. Debra now goes by her maiden name Kearny. Today she is going to meet a new client on her roster. He is full of spirit and doesnt fit into this mold of  the recovery world.

Vessy Mann thirty two years old, blondish curly hair, from the upper echelon of Cordeiro Rock. One hundred fourty pounds, with a gypsy slur and mannerisims of richness. Vessy didnt fit in from the moment he walked in the doors of the CRAC ( Cordeiro Recovery Addiction Centre)

       Debra watched as Vessy entered the facility. Over looking his charts she couldnt believe what kind of character this was to be. I want you the READER to look up troop Beverly Hills. Yes that was him.

He walks in and is handed his new bedding for his room. The bedding was in a large plastic blue recycle bag, and it looked like it came straight from the super 8. Vessy smells the bag upon inspection and instantly pulls out his cell phone and calls his father.

"The bedding smells like a toilet hit a dump truck and was stuck on a road for a week in a damp environment. I can only imagine what the rest of this shit hole looks like!"

Vessy Mann's  first words, as entered into treatment. Not in a million years he thought, not even once would this place be where he had to recover from being an alcoholic drug addicted prostitute of need.

A month prior he sat in a garden behind an old brick building crying for help. Crying to who, he did not truly know. Yet he did actually. Vessy had always been a man of faith and believed in God. God heard him and God made him feel the downness of this life he created. It was never just one drink or a couple nights of debauchery. Vessy turned his life into something unmanageable and it spun right the fuck out of control.

Here he is, standing in a place he'd only seen of in poverty books in school.

    There Debra stood watching a version of herself enter this new found life.

       Leaf Anderson was also there, watching the new boy on campus enter. Leaf would only know of his own world and how to respond to something so threatening walking into his crib, his nest HIS Centre!

As Vessy stood in line for food of all things, he had already lowered himself to being there and now a food trough! Grossed completely out, he stood there moving with the pace of a bunch of barbaric scoundrels. Leaf bumped into him and told him to not move so pretty around here!

So Pretty?

Vessy did not understand, but picked up on the slang and non verbal of this beast of a man. Vessy could smell the homophobia on Leaf, but also could smell the fact that Leaf's dick had been sweating some guys lips once upon a time.

Vessy waved him away like a servant. Leaf sat and cued his brothers to take stock of the resident gay guy. Vessy could feel the brooding all around him, he was absolutely the only queer in the building.

Debra watched as the new guy tried to sit and simply be, but he could not.

Vessy then got up to complain about the chicken on his plate, for it wasnt of his liking. He soon found out that the CRAC did not cater to ones specifics. He was laughed at by the cook and the crowd as everyone now has taken notice of the guy who simply did not belong.

Over the next couple days, Debra would feel the heaviness of having this new troubled soul on her caseload. She once again failed to see the similarites between he and she as he entered group day in and day out. Three days in Vessy reminded her of humanity and how it exists between both worlds.

(Group Therapy)

"Yeah so, I dont like the fact that you counsellors brought in someone who could probably be a pedophile! (The other guys in the circle laugh) That is inappropraite Leaf!
Yet you sit there with a smirk Ms. Kearny ( says Vessy )

I am sorry Vessy, thank you for finally speaking. (Debra says with plight) Do any of you actually want me to speak, or is this some sort of fucking test. Everyone here has judged me in some way since I came in the door. Much like you I would have to say. ( Debra says to Vessy)

(Vessy scratches his head and nervosuly looks around)

"This place is fucking disgusting. The smell in this building, the evidence of mice and scatter all around. The staff look like they've been on a bender or have no actual idea of what I have been through!
Yet you heard us in like cattle and anticipate some sort of breakthrough because YALL consider this place some sort of transformative tranquil environment??

You fucking serious right now?
I didn't choose this!
I never ever would sit next to you people much less have to talk to you! However go fucking figure here I am.
Have you ever been in my seat, Debra?"

Like a bulb went off in her head, Debra remembers she too took days one through thirty.

Mikey (another guy in group) leans over and politely offers Vessy some provocative thought.
"Dude, you seem straight up. Consider this though, you're just like us! Once you really understand that- you'll appreciate your own words more."
Vessy' mind races as he begins to see......