He passed the CD case around and everyone snorted a line through the same rugged $20 bill. I was last. There was one remaining fat white line resting on the case and I swear it was looking at me with a challenge glinting in its eye. I stared at it.
In this chapter I was 21 years old and living in Salt Lake City as a new Air Force veteran. Life was rough and I'd lost a lot of friends from another chapter, but I was still determined to keep going. I was under the gun to find new housing. I was working two full … Continue reading The (almost) Perfect Great Escape