Drugs are Hell
On my way to work I saw a person wearing a beat up Christmas tree costume drinking a tall boy and smoking a cig at 8:40 a.m. It’s cold and lightly raining today. I found out last night that someone I know is dead and her husband is barely clinging to life. The song I listened to on the bus has his name in it. Drugs are one hell of a drug. That’s all for now.