Two things were playing on his mind. The first being that they’d misspelt his name on the wanted poster.
I was actually getting sober after a long night out with friends when a man came up to me offering cannabis. Had I waited for a little longer I would have never bought the grass that would change my life.
Anger and shame welled up inside Henry’s addled brain as he waited for the first of his accusers to start listing the awful things he’d done to them. Five years of meth-use had wrecked every relationship he’d ever had and he knew it, the knowing told him this confrontation with his family, friends and coworkers was his only chance to live in the real world again.
Hey diddle diddle the cat and the fiddle the cow got her hands on some junk.
The little dog begged for just one little bite and the needle dipped into the spoon.
It isn’t so much that I always wake up with a hangover and blacked out from a hard night of drinks and drugs that bothers me.
It’s that I always wake up.