"There will always be the older white woman in Walmart who stared at us with sheer disgust, or the African-American mother who looked at us and just shook her head.”
"She wasn’t crying or screaming. She looked me dead in my face. But the love for my beautiful newborn daughter didn’t stop me from going out to the parking lot to get high before we ever even left the hospital."
After loading the glass pipe with the shards of crystal meth, instead of taking the first hit, I passed to the person next to me (Weird as I’d never give away my first hit).
