Drugs are bad, isn’t that a given? The obvious is over stated, isn’t it? Stuck in the aftermath with blood on my hands. I’m angry. Shreds of everyone touched by this, as I pick up the pieces. My blood, his, my children… What do I want? I was asked that, this is so far past … Continue reading That was good idea, wasn’t it?
I like my label, it’s my security blanket and a constant. If nothing else it’s a blue print that if I look at long enough, I can understand the symbols in the box enough to know the end product is supposed to a building and not a paint by number that someone forgot … Continue reading Excuse me while I Google