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about it. I think the label might actually
be happy with it. It’s not sexual angst , but there are a lot of
layers to the songs that I think even those douchebags can
respect.
    One of the things we deal
with in rehab is past mistakes that may haunt us. I have the
obvious issues with my parents , but one of the other things I
regret is how I treated Bree. I don’t regret breaking up
with her , but I regret how I did it. We just
shouldn’t have dated in the first place.
    About a month into my stay,
I decided to call her and apologize. The phone call started
off rough, but we both got closure and sent each other well
wishes for the rest of life. There wasn’t even a friendship to
salvage, so we agreed that not keeping in touch was best. She
finally found her happily ever after; she’s married with a child on
the way. I congratulated her before getting off the
phone.
    That was the first time in rehab that I
felt like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders. The second
time came when I was having a really bad day, and I had a session
with Jim.
    “ Why keep pushing through?”
I asked angrily.
    “ Because, one day you’re
going to come to the realization that this entire battle was worth
it. It may be a month from now, it may be years from now, but when
you get there, it’s going to hit you like a ton of
bricks.”
    I hadn’t put much thought
into it when he first said it, but the clearer my
mind becomes , the more I think about
it.
    I’m going to have moments
when I want to use again—it’s not a possibility, it’s a fucking
guarantee. But I have to push through it for the future that I so
desperately want. I have no idea what kind of future it
will be , but I do know that I’m looking
forward to when the ton of bricks to come crashing down.
     

Ace’s story is continued
in Ace’s Wild ,
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If you or someone you know
struggles with addiction there is help out there. You don’t have to
suffer alone.
     
     
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    www.aa.org
     
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    Ace
     
     
    I gave my all for them. Blood, sweat, and
fucking tears. And for what? So I could be kicked out and cast
aside for greed. It sure as hell wasn’t for friendship.
    I was in need of my best friends’ support
after the year I’d had but instead they chose money over it. That’s
over ten years down the drain as if it were nothing.
    Well, screw them.
    I’m still trying to process what my now
ex-manager Bill just informed me. This shit storm in my head all
started with a phone call…
    “ Ace, uh, hey man.”
    “ Bill! Hey, just the man I wanted to
talk to. I started getting some new tracks together, and it’s
turning out really good. When should we get the band together to
record?” I had been eager to start recording. None of the guys had
been answering my calls, which is a little out of character for
them. So I was relieved that Bill was finally calling me
back.
    “ Uh, about that, there won’t be any
more recording sessions. It’s been agreed upon that you will no
longer be a part of Spades. The guys decided to go in a different
direction with the band.”
    What. The. Hell.
    “ What do you mean they decided to go
in a different direction?” I grit through my teeth. I’m hoping that
I just heard that wrong.
    “ It’s just not working out.” He says
robotically. I swear these label guys have no souls.
    At that my blood boils and I start to lose
it, “I built this band from the ground up. You can’t just kick me
out!” I jump to my feet and begin pacing the length of my room. My
hand is clutching my cell phone threatening to break it into
pieces. My other fist is clenched ready to send it flying into the
nearest object.
    “ Chill out, it’s nothing personal,
just a difference in artistic direction. The guys just can’t see
what your vision is anymore and frankly, neither do I.