Day 1 of writing about my shit existence.
Franklin died in my arms a few minutes ago. Ambulance came to cart him off to the morgue. All this shit makes me wanna drink again, or smoke a fat blunt. Something to numb the pain.
Ultimately I can't let that happen. There are people who need me. Id take all their suffering for the world to be at peace again.
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Mystery / ThrillerTales of the never ending battle between humanity and itself. Its addictions and crimes against one another. These are short stories centered around attempting to overcome ones shortcomings, while not always winning. One man, Eddy, finds himself a...
