Life after crack, crack in my life.

Where are the friends? Ya know, the so called friends I had prior to 10 years of drug abuse? Everybody is gone. I spend weekend after weekend alone and wondering where there might be some folks playing cards and having some beer.Something simple, that's all I'm looking for. But, it is , again, another Friday night and nothing to do. Being clean becomes boring. What to do? Yeah, I got a wife and her friends are supposedly my friends too but in reality they are not. I come home from nearly a year away working and here I sit. I would rather just be high. I can go around the corner and give someone cash and walk away with a companion to spend the evening with. The companion might make me paranoid or whatever but it beats being alone. WTF? It's okay. I'm use to being alone. Meetings? They suck. Been there, done that.Life after drugs sucks, especially when nobody wants to hang out, even the very people that originally turned you on to the crap. Coffee? Really? How much friggin' coffee can one drink? Is it really that entertaining?