Feb 1, 2021
The dreaded pull of that next drink. So many times on the way home I used to ask my friends, “can you stop at the gas station real quick?” As if spending 100 dollars at the bar wasn’t enough, I always needed more to drink at home.
The dreaded pull of that next drink. So many times on the way home I used to ask my friends, “can you stop at the gas station real quick?” As if spending 100 dollars at the bar wasn’t enough, I always needed more to drink at home.
Dragging myself through this journey by the ink in my pen and the life in my limbs. As a wise man once said, “this is how my bio ends.”