Everyone_She Was a True Victim of Junkie Circumstances_Exactly What You Run From, You End Up Chasing
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Everyone
CLICK. Nothing. I feel the cool metal barrel leave my temple. I open my eyes to the blue glow of the screen. My sister applauds. My uncle grits his teeth. Step-dad forces a smile. Mom looks tired. Step-sis rolls the cylinder. Her turn now. Heavy breathing. She craps out. Lifts the barrel away and gives’er another spin. We all whoop and holler. “Cheater!” “She can’t do that!” She hedges again. I get impatient. She spins a third time. Step-dad’s knuckles turn white. Empty. That ends the round. We each slide in another slug and pick up again. I don’t know if we’re batshit or not,...
She Was a True Victim of Junkie Circumstances
Through my own heroin use personal experiences I always believed in the duck test that is a form of deductive reasoning. This is its usual expression: If it www.onedoor.cclooks like a duck, swims like a duck and quacks like a duck, then it probably is a duck. The test implies that a person can identify an unknown subject by observing that subject's habitual characteristics. In the case of Lolita heroin use the look fit to a tee. The swimming part fit and she most times flew high like a duck going south for any winter season. Yet in reality she was just your garden variety garden snake. Basically she was a ...
Exactly What You Run From, You End Up Chasing.
My mouth had run dry, my heart running at rapid speed, my hands were shaking, and it felt like my hair was being pulled out of my scalp, nevertheless, I had to give an answer, whether I had one or not. No, I'm not presenting a thesis in front of the school.No, I'm not talking to my crush. Yes, Jess asked if she could come over for a group project. As in, come over to my house. ****"When your father and I decided to buy you a phone THIS isn't what we expected you to use it for! When will you learn to keep your mouth shut!!"At first, I had hoped that they would first sympathize with my need...
Wicked Secret
I woke up the next morning still visibly shaken. Surely, I was seeing things. This isn’t the murder of Kitty Genovese. If there was really a murder, the other people there would have reported it, or at the very least, reacted to it. However, life seemed to go on like normal. Yesterday, I watched as a man on the street horribly strangled a girl to death. Her screams were inaudible, but I’ll never forget the look on her face. It was the look of pure terror and disbelief. She could not believe that she was about to take her last breath. I was across the street and could not do anything but stare...