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The days don't move so fast now.
I wake up, I eat, I smoke a couple, and sometimes I see Goldie or Mom in the corner of the room, and I make sure to tell myself that they ain't real. It gets easier all the time, what with the visitors. At least here, I get 'em. Back when I went to jail the first time, nobody came ta' see me. Even the losers inside mostly left me alone.
It's one of those days where I get that tingle in the back of my brain that says it wants a cigarette. So I light one up and sit on the edge of the bed, that familiar smell of smoke making it almost feel like home.
Now all I need is a brew.
[Mainly for Dr. JLo, but friends can tag in as well. :D]
I wake up, I eat, I smoke a couple, and sometimes I see Goldie or Mom in the corner of the room, and I make sure to tell myself that they ain't real. It gets easier all the time, what with the visitors. At least here, I get 'em. Back when I went to jail the first time, nobody came ta' see me. Even the losers inside mostly left me alone.
It's one of those days where I get that tingle in the back of my brain that says it wants a cigarette. So I light one up and sit on the edge of the bed, that familiar smell of smoke making it almost feel like home.
Now all I need is a brew.
[Mainly for Dr. JLo, but friends can tag in as well. :D]