Feb 28, 2022

The Aftermath. 30 days of hanging out my window.

Now hold on a minute!

I Chronicle my dope fiending. 

I make harsh connections, I may have killed my son.

No ceremony, just dumbing myself down.

He was holding it like a jewel. Vacuum cleaners dying inside.

But everybody isn't like you. 

Wasting decades.

Too late now.