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memoir of what I experienced 10 years ago

It's blurry. It all runs together during this time. I can't tell you exact dates. I just remember bits and pieces of it.

I remember he got a black light, and glow in the dark paint. I remember his room always being dark, stereo on, candle lit, cigarette smoke, and us. Drinking, card games, sex.

I remember his friends out in the living room partying, and being walked in on a few times, sometimes on purpose I'm sure. By this point I didn't care. I was drinking every day and night. We didn't sleep. I had to get up around 5 am in order to make it to work, which was in my town. That is, till I just gave that up too.



I felt dirty and broken and lost.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Easy to fall down. Hard to get up. A wild chapter. I believe most of us must reach the bottom to learn what we truly need. A sad place and landing in the chapter. Thank you for sharing the excellent chapter.
Coyote