Wherein a Halloween party cannot be found.
What a great story. The simple terror of realizing just how vulnerable you are when a few things fall out of alignment.
Too many zingers, to choose, but I pick this one "It was too late for shame. If he was going to die, he was going to die doing what he loved: cocaine."
We should all be so lucky...
What a great story. The simple terror of realizing just how vulnerable you are when a few things fall out of alignment.
Too many zingers, to choose, but I pick this one "It was too late for shame. If he was going to die, he was going to die doing what he loved: cocaine."
We should all be so lucky...