After Bradley’s nightmare came true, The Harbor woke him up
Bradley laughed at the dark irony. For the last 30 years, he justified his growing addiction with the shallow, comforting thought. “I might be an alcoholic. But no matter how bad it gets, I won’t be living in a tent or under a bridge.” But he was wrong.
Walking out of the hotel with just a few dollars to his name, Bradley tried to push aside the shock of what had happened. After years of barely holding it together, he’d just lost his job, his last hold on a normal life. He walked out into the cold, feeling broken and alone, with nothing but a coat. He was homeless.