Our breathing slows. Deeps breaths after deep breaths. He flips over and reaches for a cigarette. He lights it in bed and offers me one. I hesitate but he places an ashtray in front of me. Don’t worry. We’ll crack the window open. The landlord already knows anyways, he says without worry. After I takeContinue reading “It’s so sweet”
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That’s Life.
“Did you hear about Hank?” “What ‘bout him?” “He’s back at it again…” Hank was sober for what felt like only a few minutes. His friends and family begged him not to go back. They did the whole thing. Buzzing around him, telling him to stay away from the stuff. I can’t blame the guy,Continue reading “That’s Life.”
