My mind is slowly emerging from a fog; binge nights of crack... speeding along on all cyclinders--pushed body to the max and ride, searching for a purpose to the night. Stop at a house--random names, faces... TV commercials, beat of rap-- needle pushed into arm, the blood flowing, curving and spinning into the light blue hue liquid. Press down, the
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