drug use
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A Meth Pipe For My Birthday
My mom gave me a meth pipe for my birthday. Sounds crazy doesn’t it? If you knew the dynamic between us, this type of correspondence would spur no surprise. Strip away all the preconceived ideas, the truth about me, the truth about her, what our relationship was before and is now, and just picture… Continue reading
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Conversations Kill
Northbound Mile Marker 149 Dreadful Anticipation Flashbacks From The Year 2000 The Conversations Start in My Head Conversations Kill, You Know The Bakery Outlet on my right reminds me of when D and I were parked outside the old Thriftway in West Seattle. Were we waiting for someone? I was starving. Hadn’t eaten in days.… Continue reading