CHAPTER EIGHT
Hunter and Clair became treatment center superstars in the minds of many of the patients, and a few of the staff. They always took part in group sessions, led many twelve-step meetings and mentored several others, but this supposed good was a big joke. To some of the less naïve counselors, they were more like clowns in a circus.
They used their antics as a sideshow until they got there… wherever “there” was. Adding to their marching orders was their all-time favorite, “One f*****g day at a time.” Those were Hunter's and Clair's words, not out of a handbook, but even the appropriate saying didn't fly well with Dr. Worcestershire. Having made it to the ripe old age of twenty-eight, and outlasting the likes of Hendrix, Joplin, Mama Cass, and Morrison, each one dead at twenty-s
