Three Thanksgivings

"I woke up to a coffee table full of smushed-up Fen-Phen, a tube of half-eaten summer sausage, and crumpled cellophane full of loose nuts."

To populate our Substack page, we’re re-running some old TSB essays on Fridays to get newer readers up to speed on what we do here. This one is abou— you guessed it—three Thanksgivings: One special one with family, one bad one alone in an LA an Airbnb covered in Fen-Phen, and one great one, the one I spent in rehab in Singer Island, Florida. Funny how t…