It was my senior year of high school, two Thursdays before Thanksgiving. I was slouched in the rear bucket seat of my mother’s red Camaro, headed to my second rehab in two months. Nine hours and an entire pack of cigarettes got me to Nashville, to Last Chance. I had just finished thirty days in Jefferson Hall, a rehab center; one of those places that was owned by a behemoth healthcare corporation, and relapsed immediately. Last Chance was different. It was not a typical medic