A 4th Step Guide from an addict named Scotty…

So I am standing outside the church where my home-group meets, exchanging pleasantries with a few recovering addicts when this dude rolls up on an older Harley. He rhetorically asks “Is this where the meeting is?” then quickly answers to himself as he surveys me and the others standing around.
“Oh yea, you look like addicts…!” he says with a smile.
I immediately recognized him. I had met him and a biker friend of his a year or so earlier. I remembered he had a substantial amount of clean time, and a dual fellowship kinda perspective. The main thing I remembered was this guy was the real thing. A transient, a drifter, not in a negative sense, but this dude rolled