The people in the city all have some sort of dependence on something. Some people try to handle their boredom and depression with art, with writing, with brews and bud. But not everyone sticks to the small shit. We have plenty of dead people laying about the city, overdosed on heroin, their mouths shriveled from the amount of crack cocaine they would smoke on the daily.
One of my best friends died of a heroin overdose. He didn't deserve to go that way. Puking over a bucket hoping to god he could catch his breath when he never would.
Sometimes I partake a bit in smoking weed. There are plenty of kinds out there, plenty of strains and different effects to help you feel something other than sober. It doesn't hurt as much as smoking cigs does. Doesn't kill your brain and liver like alcohol.
Not that I judge but id rather stop seeing corpses litter my city streets.
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Misteri / 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...
