"I had managed to keep my composure in the grocery store, and even when I was putting away my cart back to get my quarter back. But as I drove home, the tears came. I began the ugly cry."
"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).
