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The Trickster
Theo wasn't a big fan of DA meetings, yet there he was anyway, siting backwards on his chair, foot tip tapping on the quartz floor, sending echoes throughout the giant room. Fifteen chairs had been arranged in a circle, and were occupied by anybody and everybody. Women in beautifully tailored clothes and perfectly done makeup, burly looking men who probably hadn't showered in a month, a guy who looked like he'd just walked in the meeting after chess club, half naked strippers and hippies. So the pale, blue haired man was no outsider.
"I'll start then," he said in the deafening silence. "Hi my name is Theo. I'm a heroin addict." There was a choir of 'Hi Theo' chanted back at him, sounding sad and defeated. Pulling his hoodie's sleeve up, he checked a beat up watch with a blinking green dial which lit up the semi dark room. "And I'm three minutes clean."
"I'll start then," he said in the deafening silence. "Hi my name is Theo. I'm a heroin addict." There was a choir of 'Hi Theo' chanted back at him, sounding sad and defeated. Pulling his hoodie's sleeve up, he checked a beat up watch with a blinking green dial which lit up the semi dark room. "And I'm three minutes clean."