You suddenly find yourself barreling down Alcohol Avenue toward the hospital dead ahead. It’s all green lights, pedal-to-the-metal, full tilt. With other cars boxing you in, you can’t turn back, even if you want to, and you say to yourself, how did I get here again?
You remember driving down Sobriety Lane away from the hospital. You had crossed Denial Street and even Anxiety Way successfully and with great expectations. Then you suddenly hung a left on Just One Street, only to find it led right back to the noisy, teeming traffic of Alcohol Avenue, and here you are once again about to turn your pleasant afternoon cruise into an ambulance ride.