"I felt the tug on my sleeve and looked down to find him standing motionless. His mouth was moving but I couldn’t make out his words. His quiet body in the noisy room caught me off guard. I bent down to find his voice."
"Tears-pouring-down-my-face, couldn't-talk-couldn't-breathe kind of laughing. Screaming laughing. So hard that I was sobbing because I couldn't get it together."
"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).
