We called him Dr. Love, the man about the streets, always a smile on his scarred face, his comedic side of life, did not hide his addiction. “Crack was my wife I married her; alimony was steep,” he wrote. Writing helped him stop paying the price. He wrote his last words in our workshop, a happy memory of his long-lost daughter. He died a short time later but said that day, as participants listened and gave positive feedback, he was a happy writer.
Facilitator, Toronto Friendship Centre