An Addict’s Sacrifice

If word got to the wrong people in the shelter, I stood a high chance of getting stabbed for it.

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The Drug Spiral (part 1): That Little White Line

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.