Another bag of bones.
December 11, 2011 § Leave a comment
It reaches a point – with everything – where you draw the line in your head. “That’s it” you say, “I have had enough” and you step away from whatever it is you are in the fall out from. Be it alcohol, heroin, cocaine, a girl, a boy, a job, a car, a fucking dog whatever. “I’m done.” you say. And the you watch yourself walk away. A pack and a half a day. Throwing up on the way to work. All that is behind me. I would like to hope that one day I will look back at this and smile, or shudder, or just be able to look back.