
By J. Cameron Davis
Colby and I always talked about the Alaska Option, while we were in rehab.
Both determined to quit killing ourselves with drugs and alcohol. Both tired of hurting our loved ones.
If we ever relapsed, we decided we’d hop a bus to Alaska, get high as a kite, and kill ourselves.
As I boarded the bus, teary eyed and concealing a bottle of vodka and a pipe in my suit pocket, I thought about the Alaska Option.
When I got to the cemetery, I poured the bottle over Colby’s gravestone and smashed the pipe, thinking of what could have been.
J. Cameron Davis is “a recovering addict trying to inspire others.”