This story is just one of three stories i'll be uploading parts to every day
I followed the road, tracing the degrading asphalt with my slowly dissolving sneakers. The road behind me was filled with thousands of little cracks and quirks almost making the road seem like it had a character of it's own, bending and rising with the changing seasons. I had followed this road earlier when my addiction had taken me over, made me walk out of my house, searching for that one little hit that could send me sky high. I had been hunched over, just wearing a cheap pair of levi's and a cotton muscleshirt (you know like Bruce Willis in Die Hard). I wandered the unknown streets in the dark, my then overgrown beard attracting stares from the local policemenand the unwanted eye of small town drug dealers looking for their next prey. My feet had started to grow blisters because I had been walking for so long, and my drawn out face had begun to look like a horse.
