Bubs lights up a cigarette (a Camel Light, kind of bourgie choice for someone as poor as he is. I would have figured him for a roll-your-own, Top-Tobacco-for-a-buck-a-bag kind of guy), and is accosted by Walon. "Funny how you started out," he says jovially. "What do you mean?" "'Dope fiend lean' and all. Why didn't you keep goin'?" Bubs shrugs, so Walon continues: "You know, you hear a lot of funny shit in these rooms, people makin' fun of their mistakes, makin' people laugh. But, in between all the jokes, there's a lot of truth to be spoke. Like that girl today? She damn near bled out, didn't she?" Bubs agrees reluctantly. "You know, for a second there I thought you might actually stand up and talk about Sherrod." At this, Bubs starts to walk away, not ready to deal with that topic just yet. Walon grabs his arm, and says, "A searching and fearless moral inventory, that's the steps!" "Man, don't tell me about that! I do that every fuckin' day, man." "You gotta let it out to let it go. I'm your sponsor, and I'm tellin' you, you gotta get outta your head, outside yourself." Bubs lames that he's never missed a meeting, and Walon tells him he's not talking about the meeting, "I'm talking about where you go after the meetings. I'm talking about what you do, what you think, what you feel." "I don't feel nothin'," Bubs maintains, and starts to walk away. "That was never your problem," Walon shouts after him. "Not even as a low-bottom dope fiend, that was never the problem. It'd be a fuckin' shame to make it the problem now!" Don't worry, you'll get there, Walon. He's not ready yet.
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