I held up my hand for quiet, wondering how long the staff would let this go on. I suspected they would let it go on indefinitely. After all, for every second I spoke there was some insurance company receiving a bill for each of these hundred five Martians. “So, to sum it up, to tell you what’s really bothering me about this whole affair, is that the three guys who turned me in, whose names will go unmentioned—although if you come up to me afterward I’ll gladly tell you exactly who they are, so you can avoid them—they all laughed and joked about it while we were in the car. No one confronted me or even hinted that they thought what I was doing was in poor taste.”
I shook my head in disgust. “You know, the truth is that I come from a very dysfunctional world—a world of my own construction—where things like nudity and prostitutes and debauchery and all sorts of depraved acts were all considered normal.
“In retrospect, I know it was wrong. And I know it was insane. But that’s now… today…as I stand here a sober man. Yeah, today I know that midget-tossing is wrong and that getting scrummed by four hookers is wrong and that manipulating stocks is wrong and that cheating on my wife is wrong and falling asleep at the dinner table or on the side of the road or crashing into other people’s cars because I fell asleep at the wheel, I know all these things are wrong.
“I’m the first one to admit that I’m the furthest thing from a perfect person. I’m actually insecure and humble, and I embarrass easily.” I paused, changing my tone to dead seriousness. “But I refuse to show it. If I had to choose between embarrassment and death, I’d choose death. So, yeah, I’m a weak, imperfect person. But one thing you’ll never find me doing is passing judgment on other people.”
I shrugged and let out a very obvious sigh. “Yeah, maybe what I did in the car was wrong. Perhaps it was in bad taste and it was offensive. But I challenge any person in this room to make a case that I did it with malice in my heart or to try to fuck up someone else’s recovery. I did it to make light of a terrible situation I’m in. I’ve been a drug addict for almost a decade now, and although I might appear to be somewhat normal, I know I’m not. I’ll be leaving here in a couple of weeks, and I’m scared shitless to go back into the lion’s den, to go back to the people, places, and things that fueled my habit. I have a wife, whom I love, and two children, whom I adore, and if I go back out there and relapse I’ll destroy them forever, especially my children.
“Yet, here, in Talbot Marsh, where I’m supposed to be surrounded by people who understandwhat I’m going through, I’ve got three assholes trying to undermine my recovery and get me thrown out of this place. And that’s really sad. I’m no different than any one of you, male or female. Yeah, maybe I got a few extra bucks, but I’m scared and worried and insecure about the future, and I spend the better part of my day praying that everything’s gonna wind up okay. That one day I’ll be able to sit my kids down and say, ‘Yes, it’s true I pushed Mommy down the stairs once while I was high on cocaine, but that was twenty years ago, and I’ve been sober ever since.’”
I shook my head again. “So next time any of you consider reporting me to the staff, I would urge you to think twice. You’re only hurting yourself. I’m not getting thrown out of this place so fast, and the staff is a lot smarter than you people think. And that’s all I have to say. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m getting an erection, so I need to sit down to avoid embarrassment. Thank you.” I waved my hand in the air, as if I were a political candidate on the campaign trail, and the room broke out into thunderous applause. Every last female Martian, every last staff member, and about half the male Martians rose to their feet, giving me a standing ovation.
As I took my seat, I locked eyes with my therapist. She smiled at me, nodded her head, and pumped her fist in the air a single time, as if to say, “Good for you, Jordan.”
The next thirty minutes was open discussion, during which the female Martians defended my actions and said that I was adorable, while some of the males of the species continued their attack against me and said that I was a menace to Martian society.
That evening I sat my roommates down and said, “Listen, I’m sick and tired of all the crap that’s going on around here. I don’t want to hear about how I forget to put the toilet seat down and how I talk too much on the phone or how I breathe too loud. I’m done. So here’s the deal. You guys are both desperate for cash, right?”
They nodded.
“Fine,” I said. “Here’s what we’re gonna do. Tomorrow morning you’re gonna call my friend Alan Lipsky, and he’s gonna open accounts for you at his brokerage firm. By tomorrow afternoon you’ll each have made five grand. You can have the money wired wherever you want. But I don’t want to hear another fucking peep out of either of you until I leave this place. That’s less than three weeks from now, so it shouldn’t be too difficult.”
Of course they both called the next morning, and of course it greatly improved our relationship. Nevertheless, my problems at Talbot Marsh were far from over. But it wasn’t the luscious Shirley Temple who would complicate things. No, my problems came from my desire to see the Duchess. I’d heard through the Martian grapevine that, under rare circumstances, the staff granted furloughs. I called the Duchess and asked her if she would fly down for a long weekend, if I got approval.
“Just tell me where and when,” she’d replied, “and I’ll give you a weekend you’ll never forget.”
It was for that very reason that I now sat in my therapist’s office, trying to get a furlough. It was my third week on planet Talbot Marsh and I hadn’t gotten myself into any new trouble, although it was common knowledge among the Martians that I was attending only twenty-five percent of the group therapy sessions. But no one seemed to care anymore. They realized that Doug Talbot wasn’t going to toss me and that in my own offbeat way I was being a positive influence.
I smiled at my therapist and said, “Listen, I don’t see what the big deal is if I leave on a Friday and come back on a Sunday. I’m gonna be with my wife the whole time. You’ve spoken to her, so you know she’s with the program. It’ll be good for my recovery.”
“I can’t let it happen,” said my therapist, shaking her head. “It would be disruptive to the other patients. Everybody’s up in arms as it is about the alleged special treatment you get around here.” She smiled warmly. “Listen, Jordan, the policy is that patients aren’t eligible for furloughs until they’ve been at the rehab for at least ninety days—and had perfect behavior. No flashing or anything.”
I smiled at my therapist. She was a good egg, this lady, and I had grown close to her over the last few weeks. It had been shrewd of her that day, putting me before the crowd and giving me a chance to defend myself. I would find out only much later that she’d spoken to the Duchess, who had informed her of my ability to sway the masses, for good or ill.
“I understand you have rules,” I said, “but they weren’t designed for someone in my situation. How could I be held to a rule that requires a ninety-day cooling-off period when my entire stay is only twenty-eight days?” I shrugged, not thinking too highly of my own logic until a wonderful inspiration came bubbling up into my sober brain. “I have an idea!” I chirped. “Why don’t you let me stand in front of the group again and make another speech? I’ll try to sell them on the fact that I deserve a furlough, even though it goes against institutional policy.”
Her response was to put her hand to the bridge of her nose and start to rub. Then she laughed softly. “You know, I almost want to say yes, just to hear what line of shit you’re gonna give the patients. In fact, I have no doubt you’d convince them.” She let out a few more chuckles. “It was quite a speech you made two weeks ago, by far the best in Talbot Marsh history. You have an amazing gift, Jordan. I’ve never seen anything like it. Just out of curiosity, though, what would you say to the patients if I gave you the chance?”