I’m not even stoned yet. That won’t last another hour. I cooked enough bacon for sandwiches for everybody.  Thanksgiving dinner is tonight, at the Mom’s cottage. It’s also a small celebration for my birthday, as I won’t be seeing any of these people next week on the actual birthday date.
I still feel like I want to kill somebody. A story in the news brings me hope.
Two crack heads. One lives in the apartment, owes a bunch of drug money. One pissed off crack head, wants his money. The angry crack head brakes into the others home, the crack head in debt fights to defend himself, […]