A Week Among the Rest by Thomas Kirk

“Have you taken anything or had a drink in the last twenty four hours?” Tim, the intake nurse asked. “We’re going to take a sample, so no need to lie.” I lied anyway. He asked a bunch of questions. “If I got sober, anyone can.” He told me that a few times in case I had forgotten. His shirt was way too tiny, like he had just lost a few hundred pounds and wanted to show off.