Memories Part 1

October 17, 2012
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I knew things were coming to an end. I could feel him slipping away, the black abyss of loss and despair began to overwhelm me. He was spending more time away from the squat getting spun out with the boys we ran with-his best friend Trash, and lofty side kick Fitz. 
 Trash was...

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Again

October 17, 2012
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They said, “You don’t want a man like that,” after he left me fiending for his empty promises to come true. A bald, middle aged junkie, fresh off heroin, seeking another kind of fix—the kind of heroine to save him from himself, and I said, “No, let’s take it slow…” I wanted to see...

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