Photo Source: Pixnio With the opioid Mecca that was Goldrich County miles behind, we had driven down Calypso Road until nothing surrounded us except grey clouds and cold dead forest. This was it. This was going to either be my ticket out of that shithole or my death sentence. No more graffiti on abandoned homes. No more plywood for windows. No more syringes and bottles on broken sidewalks. No more late-night gunshots. No more garbage stifling the already stale air. No more avoiding my...