CHAPTER II: He Rolled Smoke He rolled smoke every morning. Our garage was a maze of stashed pipes, lighters, and small plastic bags. He tucked beer cans in between broken stems and a trail of discarded seeds followed him around. Weed kept him loose. Weed was the smell of his beard and the inside of […]

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CHAPTER I: Rock Bottom I never expected him to die. There were times I thought it would be easier if he was dead. I even admitted it in a very well populated Al-Anon meeting, I dunno. I guess if I got the call he was dead, I’d be relieved. I know that sounds fucked up, […]

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