Swallow. My mouth quickly floods again at the feint smell of vinegar. Â It is not hunger or anything normal; it is the frantic feeling of anticipation for my next shot. Â Sitting in a hot car for hours. Text received: Be there in thirty. Four hours later, Text received: be there in 25. I think to myself,”He really means it this time.”
It is time to relax. I sit on the couch and slowly string my thoroughly probed arm through the slip tie of my belt. Â IÂ draw fresh water from the cap of a water bottle. 16.. 17… 35 grains.. this should be enough. I set the […]
